"Our holy bishop has seen the face of the Lord! Hosanna!"
"St. Cautin," cried up Neroweg, "you will protect me, dear patron saint, my dear father in Christ! Will you not bless your son?"
"Yes, I will bless you—provided always you prostrate yourself before the bishop of the Lord, and you enrich the Church!"
"I shall have a chapel built in your honor on this very spot, holy bishop, in order to glorify this miracle—"
"That is far from enough—no, that is not enough. Listen, count, listen attentively:
"Neroweg and his leudes fled like cowards from the episcopal villa when it was attacked by the Vagres.
"I order that the count relinquish one quarter of his goods to me, the bishop of Clermont; I order that he rebuild the episcopal villa, which he allowed the Vagres to set on fire, and that he richly ornament it.
"I furthermore order that Count Neroweg pursue the Vagres without let, that he capture and put them to death—all of them, but especially their chief and a relapsed hermit, a renegade, an idolater who accompanies the accursed men.
"Finally, I order that the count burn to death, over a slow fire, a certain Moabite woman, a witch, an infernal wench, who once was bound to me by the bonds of holy matrimony.
"Let Count Neroweg carry out these, my orders; only at that price shall his sins be remitted, and on the day of his death I shall admit him into paradise.