"They raised them all up very much hurt, and the first action of the prince, who was injured, was to have arrested the one who, according to him, had evoked an evil fate.
"He was led, then and there, to the nearest village and put into a cell.
"The poor man protested.
"'I have only done what was natural,' said he. 'I am going to explain it, but I pray you let me see the prince; I shall not be able to justify myself when he is ill with fever.'
"'What do you mean,' they replied, 'do you prophesy that the prince will have a fever?'
"'He is going to have it.'
"'You see, you are a sorcerer,' said the jailer, 'you make predictions.'
"And then he shut him in prison, to go away and to relate his conversation to them all.
"During this time, they called in a healer who stated that the wounds of the great nobleman were not mortal in themselves, but that the fever which had declared itself could become dangerous.
"He was cured after long months.