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“Give me an alms for the love of Him who is your friend, and whom I am not worthy so much as to name.”

And Fra Giovanni answered:

“It happens so, I have with me a little silver cup a nobleman of the countryside gave me, to have it melted down and used for the Altar of Santa Maria degli Angeli. You may take that, lady; and I will go to-morrow and ask the nobleman to let me have another of the same weight for the Blessed Virgin. Thus will his wishes be accomplished, and over and above, you will have gotten an alms for the love of God.”

Satan took the cup and said:

“Good brother, suffer a poor widow-woman to kiss your hand. For verily the hand that gives gifts is soft and fragrant.”

Fra Giovanni replied:

“Lady, be heedful not to kiss my hand. On the contrary, begone with all speed. For, methinks, you are winsome of face, albeit black as the Magian King that bore the frankincense and myrrh; and it is not becoming I should look on you longer, seeing how danger is forever dogging the lonely man’s steps. Wherefore suffer me now to leave you, commending you to God’s care. And forgive me, if I have failed aught in politeness towards you, lady. For the good St. Francis was used to say: ‘Courtesy shall be the ornament of my sons, as the flowers bedeck the hill-sides.'”

But Satan said again:

“Good Father, inform me at the least of a guest-house, where I may pass the night honestly.”

Fra Giovanni replied:

“Go, mistress, to the House of St. Damian, where dwell the poor ladies of Our Lord. She who will welcome you is Clare, and indeed she is a clear mirror of purity; the same is the Duchess of Poverty.”

And Satan said again:

“My Father, I am an adulterous woman, and I have lain with many men.”

And Fra Giovanni said:

“Lady, if I really deemed you laden with the sins you tell of, I would crave of you as a high honour to kiss your feet, for I am less worth than you, and your crimes are little compared with mine. Yet have I received greater favours of Heaven than have been accorded to you. For in the days when St. Francis and his twelve disciples were still upon earth, I lived with Angels of Heaven.”

And Satan returned:

“My Father, when I asked you an alms for the love of Him who loves you, I was cherishing in my heart a wicked intent, and I am fain to tell you what this was. I wander the roads a-begging, in order to collect a sum of money I destine for a man of Perosa who is my paramour, and who has promised me, on handling this money, to kill traitorously a certain knight I hate, because when I offered my body to him, he scorned me. Well! the total was yet incomplete; but now the weight of your silver cup has made it up. So the alms you have given me will be the price of blood. You have sold a just man to death. For the Knight I told you of is chaste, temperate and pious, and I hate him for this cause. ‘Tis you will have brought about his murder. You have laid a weight of silver in the scale of crime, to bear it down.”

Hearing these words, the good Fra Giovanni wept, and drawing aside, he fell on his knees in a thorn-brake, and prayed the Lord, saying:

“O Lord, make this crime to fall neither on this woman’s head nor on mine nor on that of any of Thy creatures, but let it be put beneath Thy feet, which were pierced with the nails, and be washed in Thy most precious blood. Distil on me and on this my sister of the highway a drop of hyssop, and we shall be purified, and shall overpass the snow in whiteness.”