Besides these she had many other excellent qualifications, for she was an extraordinary messenger of love and contriver of pleasure, which is the same as a bawd; but her excuse to me was that it came to her by descent, just as the kings of France had the gift of curing the king's evil. You will imagine perhaps that we always lived in unity; but who does not know that the two best friends, if they are covetous, and live together, will endeavour to cheat one another; and I took care to let slip no opportunity. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] The old woman kept hens in the yard, and had about a dozen or fourteen well-grown chickens, which made my teeth water to be at them, or they were fit to be served up to any gentleman's table. It happened on day that when going to feed them, as the common custom is in Spain, she called them together, crying, _Pio, Pio, Pio_. This she repeated very often, and I being upon the catch, cried out as loud as she, "As God shall save me, mistress, I wish I had seen you kill a man, or clip the king's coin, for then I might have kept your counsel--rather than do as you have done; and now I must be forced to discover it. The Lord have mercy upon us both!" She seeing me act all that concern and disorder, was somewhat startled, and said, "Why, what have I done, Pablo? If you are in jest, do not tease me any longer." "What do you mean by jesting?" said I; a curse on it, I cannot possibly avoid giving information to the Inquisition, else I shall be excommunicated." "The Inquisition," quoth she, trembling like a leaf on a tree; "why, have I committed any crime against religion?" "Why, there's the case," answered I; "don't you think to dally with the Inquisitors. You had better own you were in the wrong, that you spoke like a fool; eat your words, and not deny the blasphemy and irreverence." She replied in a great consternation: "But tell me, Pablo, will they punish me if I recant?" "No," said I, "for then they will only absolve you." "Then I recant," quoth she; "but do you tell me what it is I am to recant, for I know nothing of it as I hope for mercy." "Bless me," replied I, "is it possible you should be so dull as not to reflect that, but I don't know how to express it--the disrespect was so great that I am afraid to repeat it. Don't you remember you called the chickens _Pio, Pio_, and Pius is the name of several Popes, vicars of Christ, and heads of the Church? Now, do you consider whether that be any trifling sin? She stood as if she had been thunder-struck, and after a while cried, "'Tis true I said so, Pablo, but may I be curs'd if I did it with any ill design. I recant; do you consider whether some means may not be found to avoid informing against me? For I shall die if they get me into the Inquisition." "Provided you will take your oath," answered I, "on the holy altar, that you did it not with any ill intent. I may, upon that assurance, forbear impeaching you; but then