"And my tomb will be far away from the relics?" the leather-dresser was asking mistrustfully, thinking of the big sum exacted by the fossor.
"No, just six cubits away."
"Above or beneath?"
"On the right-hand side, sloping down a little. It's an excellent position; I don't ask a penny too much. Though you be as sinful as you please, everything will be forgiven. You will go straight into the heavenly kingdom."
With an expert hand the gravedigger took the measurements for the tomb as a tailor measures for a coat, the leather-dresser insisting that he should have as much room as possible in order to lie in comfort.
An old woman approached the sexton.
"What do you want, mother?"
"Here's the money—the extra payment!"
"What extra payment?"
"For the right-hand tomb."