‘Nonsense!’ answered Death. ‘I’m not going to waste my time like that. I’ve got orders to take you to Paradise, and to Paradise you must go.’
‘You know you’ve got orders to obey whatever I tell you,’ answered Pret’ Olivo; and Death knew that was true, so she lost no more time in disputing, but took him all the way round by the gate of Hell.
At the gate of Hell they knocked.
‘Who’s there?’ said the Devil.
‘Pret’ Olivo,’ replied Death.
‘Out with you, ugly priest!’ said the Devil. ‘I’m surprised at you, Death, making game of me like that; you know that’s not the sort of ware for my market.’[12]
‘Silence, and open the door, ugly Pluto![13] I’m not come to stay. I only want to have a game of cards with you. Here’s my soul for stake on my side, against the last comer on your side,’ interposed Pret’ Olivo.
Pret’ Olivo won the game, and hung the soul on to his cope.
‘We must have another game,’ said the Devil.
‘With all my heart!’ replied Pret’ Olivo; and he won another soul. Another and another he won, and his cope was covered all over with the souls clinging to it.