This was exactly what the countryman wanted, therefore he gave a ready assent, and the father guardian took him up into his cell. The pretended girl sat up in a chair quietly enough through the dark of the night, but when morning began to dawn, out came a stick that had been hidden under the petticoats, and whack, whack[3]—a fine drubbing the poor father guardian got, to the tune of—‘So you think I don’t know a pig from an ass, do you?’
When he had well bruised him all over, the countryman made the best of his way downstairs, and off and away he was before anyone could catch him.
The next day what did he do? He dressed up like a doctor, and came round asking if anyone had any ailments to cure.
‘That’s just the thing for us,’ said the brother porter to himself as he saw him come by. ‘The father guardian was afraid to let the doctor of the neighbourhood attend him, for fear of the scandal of all the story coming out; the strange doctor will just do, as there is no need to tell him anything.’
The countryman in his new disguise, therefore, was taken up to the father guardian’s cell.
‘There’s nothing very much the matter,’ he said when he had examined the wounds and bruises; ‘it might all be set right in a day by a certain herb,’ which he named.
The herb was a difficult one to find, but as it was so important to get the father guardian cured immediately, before any inquiry should be raised as to the cause of his sufferings, the whole community set out to wander over the Campagna in search of it.
As soon as they were a good way off, the pretended doctor took out a thick stick which he held concealed under his long robe, and whack, whack—belaboured the poor father guardian more terribly even than before, to the tune of—‘So you think I don’t know an ass from a pig, do you?’
How far soever the brothers were gone, his cries were so piteous that they recalled them, but not till the countryman had made good his escape.
‘We have sinned, my brethren,’ said the father guardian when they were all gathered round him; ‘and I have suffered justly for it. We had no right to take the man’s pig, even for a joke. Let it now, therefore, be restored to him, and in amends let there be given him along with it an ass also.’