Then the king weened that he had been through-shotten with the arrows of the knights, and addressed him for to go to him. And one of the arrows returned suddenly from the air and smote him in the eye, and blinded him. To whom Christopher said: "Tyrant, I shall die to-morn. Make a little clay, with my blood tempered, and anoint therewith thine eye, and thou shalt receive health."
Then by the commandment of the king he was led forth to be beheaded, and then, there made he his orison, and his head was smitten off, and so suffered martyrdom.
The king then took a little of his blood and laid it on his eye, and said: "In the name of God and of St. Christopher!" and was anon healed. Then the king believed in God and gave commandment that if any person blamed God or St. Christopher, he should anon be slain with the sword.
Then let us pray to good St. Christopher that he pray for us.
Part III
NURSERY TALES OF MANY LANDS
The time came when men became so sophisticated that they lost faith in the giants, even the work of their own minds. Only the children still believed.
In many lands the old people still tell to the simple of heart of all ages such tales as these that follow.