(The men carrying slabs glance back, then throw their loads down and go fleeing toward the village.)
Cries— Men! Men!
(The crowd flees, leaving Jardin holding the dwarf by the collar standing in the road.)
A Voice—(From across the bridge.) Let go that boy.
Jardin—This is a day of miracles. (Canzler enters.)
Heathen,
Between us is a grave. (He lays his hand upon his sword.)
Canzler— Let go that boy.
Jardin— (Advancing to meet him.)
With Christ in one hand, and in the other this.
(Canzler draws his sword, and a duel ensues. The Bailiff, protected by his armor which Canzler has twice struck and failed to pierce, lays his blows on as though he would end it all at once. Canzler deliberately draws back into the shade of the tree. Lunging madly, Jardin follows him. The villagers reappear with stones in their hands, and try to get where they will not hit Jardin when they throw.)
Cries—Run him through, Bailiff! Run him through!