"No."
"Why?"
"Because there is blood upon it."
If this did not convince him that his name was known and execrated, what next transpired would have enlightened him. The innkeeper's wife came out with a glass and two plates in her hands.
"Are these the things," she asked of her husband, "the monster has been eating out of?"
"Yes," replied the innkeeper.
She dashed them to the ground and shivered them to pieces, and the onlookers applauded the act.
"Why do you do that, Mistress?" cried Gautran.
"So that honest men shall not be poisoned," was the answer, "by eating out of a murderer's dish or putting their lips to a murderer's glass."
And the onlookers again applauded her, and kicked away the pieces.