They scuttled into the wood, and were seen no more.
Clement was amazed, and stood puzzling himself.
Presently a face peeped from behind a tree.
Clement addressed it, “What fear ye?”
A quavering voice replied—
“Say, rather, by what magic you, a stranger, can call us by our names! I never clapt eyes on you till now.”
“O, superstition! I know ye, as all good workmen are known—by your works. Come hither and I will tell ye.”
They advanced gingerly from different sides; each regulating his advance by the other's.
“My children,” said Clement, “I saw a Lactantius in Rome, printed by Sweynheim and Pannartz, disciples of Fust.”
“D'ye hear that, Pannartz? our work has gotten to Rome already.”