"Genuine iconoclasm!" guffawed Topándy, who found great amusement in arousing a whole county against him by his caprices. "Iconoclasts! Picture-destroyers!"
"There is something else we are going to destroy!" continued the magistrate. "In that place there was a crypt. What has become of it?"
"It is a crypt still."
"What is in it?"
"What is usually in a crypt: dead men of hallowed memory, who are lying in wooden coffins and waiting for the great awakening."
The magistrate made a face of doubt. He did not know whether to believe or not.
"And when you and your revelling companions hold your Bacchanalia there?"
"I object to the word 'Bacchanalia.'"
"True, it is still more. I should have used a stronger expression for that riot, when in scandalous undress, carrying in front a steak on a spit, the whole company sings low songs such as 'Megálljon Kend'[31] and 'Hetes, nyloczas,'[32] and in this guise makes scandalous processions from castle to cloister."
[31] "Stop (you)," "Kend" being the pleasant abbreviation for "Kegyed," one method of addressing (literally "your grace"), corresponding to our "you."