“A handsome recruit!” snarled Satan. “Well, friends, a fellow like this will be useful on our errand in the world up there.” And without a word to the giant, Satan beckoned him to fall behind.
Offero followed sadly while Satan and his train swept jeering up the hill. All along the way people cringed and shook at Satan’s coming. Dukes and princes, ladies and laborers, all scurried at his glance. A whole army marching to battle turned in terror at sight of him. Satan went on, haughty and regardless.
Little by little, Offero began to forget his cruelty in admiration for his boldness. “At last,” thought the honest giant, “I have found the greatest king, who is afraid of no one.” And he stepped along proudly to think that his search was done.
The road gave a sudden turn. Over the heads of Satan and his train Offero could see a rough cross of wood against the sky, and at its foot a child placing a handful of wild flowers.
The giant’s kind heart was troubled. “Such a baby!” he muttered. “If only Satan would not frighten her!”
As he spoke there was a snort of fear. But it was not the child who gave it. Satan, cowering, burst through his followers, and back along the road. Offero’s great form barred the way.
“Let me by!” shrieked Satan. “Let me by, I say!”
Offero’s mighty hand tightened on his shoulder. “Tell me first,” said the giant calmly, “of what you are afraid.”
“The cross!” screamed Satan. “The cross! The cross of Christ, my enemy!”