“This Christ,” said Offero, “is a greater king than you, then, or you would not fear his cross.”
“Let me go!” cried Satan, beating with his fists on Offero’s massive arm. “Save me!”
Offero loosened his grip. “Go,” he said scornfully, and stood aside while Satan and his train rushed by him down the hill.
The little girl stood wondering beneath the cross. “Good day,” said Offero. “Can you tell me the way to the king called Christ?”
“You must ask the hermit,” answered the child. “He knows the way. But the path to his hut is steep and jagged, up a high hill.”
“Thank you,” said Offero. “The path does not matter, if he can tell me how to find the greatest king.”
“Good day,” said Offero. “Can you tell me the way to the king called Christ?”