Thewizardthought，butcouldquotenoone；andhelookedatthesaint，andthesaintathim，andboththeirheartsweretrembling。’Canyoumentiononlyone？’askedthesaint，pointingapieceofthetruecrossathim，hopinghemightclingtoit；’evenalittlechildwilldo；trytothinkofsomeone。’
Theearthwasrockingbeneaththeirfeet，andthepalacewindowsdarkenedonthem，withatintofblood，fornowthesaintwascomeinside，hopingtosavethewizard。
’IfImusttellthepuretruth，’saidthewizard，lookingupatthearchesofhiswindows，’IcantellofonlyonetowhomIeverhavedonegood。’
’Onewilldo；oneisquiteenough；bequickbeforethegroundopens。Thenameofone——andthiscrosswillsaveyou。Layyourthumbontheendofit。’
’Nay，thatIcannotdo，greatsaint。Thedevilhavemercyuponme。’