So godt et Skiold og Vaerge;
Fra alt vor Not Han frier os ud
Han kan og nun os bierge.’
“At the last words the light suddenly reappeared. An aged priest, dressed up in the full paraphernalia of the Romish church, issues from a hidden door in the interior of the cave, and greets Tovel with the words—
“‘Guds Fred,’ (God’s peace); ‘why should I fear those who come in God’s name?’
“‘What!’ exclaimed the astonished Tovel; ‘is it true, then, that Rome’s priests are still in the land?’
“‘Yes; and you are come sword in hand to drive out a poor old priest whose only weapon is a staff.’
“As he spoke, the door of an inner recess rolled back, and Tovel beheld an altar illuminated with iron lamps, over which hung a picture of St. Michael, the saint often worshipped in caves and mountains.
“‘It is your pestiferous doctrines against which I wage war, not against your person,’ rejoined Tovel. ‘Who are you, in God’s name?’