At this they crossed themselves, and were silent for a little from very awe from having among them a man who had been so favored. Then Isabeau, who was devoted to sacred things and saintly legends, said timidly: "Perchance, good father, you have about you a relic, or a ring that hath been touched by the blessed Sister Colette?" "Would that I had," spoke the friar devoutly. "I would cherish it above all things, but I have not. It is true, however, that I have a ring. It hath not been blessed, nor does it possess power to perform miracles. Nathless, it does have great virtue, having been made by a holy man, and by reason of herbs, which have been curiously intermingled with the metal under the influence of the planets, is a sovereign charm against the Falling Sickness." Jacques looked up with quick interest. "Let us see the ring, messire," he said. "That is, if it please you." "It pleases me right well," answered the friar, drawing a small ring from the bosom of his frock. It was of electrum, a kind of brass at this time called the gold of the poor. It was an ordinary trifle, but to the peasant and his family it was rich and wonderful. There was no stone or seal, but a broad central ridge, and two sloping sides engraved with three crosses, and the names Jesus and Maria. Such rings were common; sometimes instead of the holy names there were figures of Saints, the Virgin Mary, or a priest with the chalice. A ring, an amulet, a relic that was supposed to be blessed, or to have virtue against disease appealed to the marvel loving part of their natures, so that the people eagerly sought such articles. They desired above all else to possess the precious thing, or that they might touch it with some treasured possession that some of its virtues might pass into themselves. So now Jacques' eyes met those of his wife's in a glance of understanding. Isabeau voiced the thought that filled them. "Would you sell this ring, good father?" she asked. "Nay; it is not for sale. I but showed it in lieu of a precious relic. 'Tis but a bauble compared to many holy relics that I have seen. Nathless, the ring hath its properties." Jacques handed the ring back to him with regret showing plainly on his honest face. "That I am sorry to hear," he said. "The little one here hath no charm against the Falling Sickness, and I am minded to buy it for her. She has been o'er quiet of late." The friar glanced at Jeanne, who had sat listening attentively to his stories with shining eyes. Then he smiled.