Now, there were no schoolmasters in those times, but it was the priests taught the people; and as this man was the cleverest in Ireland all the foreign kings sent their sons to him as long as he had house-room to give them. So he grew very proud, and began to forget how low he had been, and, worst of all, even to forget God, who had made him what he was. And the pride of arguing got hold of him, so that from one thing to another he went on to prove that there was no Purgatory, and then no Hell, and then no Heaven, and then no God; and at last that men had no souls, but were no more than a dog or a cow, and when they died there was an end of them. ‘Who ever saw a soul?’ he would say. ‘If you can show me one, I will believe.’ No one could make any answer to this; and at last they all came to believe that as there was no other world, every one might do what they liked in this, the priest setting the example, for he took a beautiful young girl to wife. But as no priest or bishop in the whole land could be got to marry them, he was obliged to read the service over for himself. It was a great scandal, yet no one dared to say a word, for all the kings’ sons were on his side, and would have slaughtered any one who tried to prevent his wicked goings-on. Poor boys! they all believed in him, and thought every word he said was the truth. In this way his notions began to spread about, and the whole world was going to the bad, when one night an angel came down from Heaven, and told the priest he had but twenty-four hours to live. He began to tremble, and asked for a little more time. But the angel was stiff, and told him that could not be. ‘What do you want time for, you sinner?’ he asked. ‘Oh, sir, have pity on my poor soul!’ urged the priest. ‘Oh, ho! You have a soul, then?’ said the angel. ‘Pray how did you find that out?’ ‘It has been fluttering in me ever since you appeared,’ answered the priest. ‘What a fool I was not to think of it before!’ ‘A fool, indeed,’ said the angel. ‘What good was all your learning, when it could not tell you that you had a soul?’ ‘Ah, my lord,’ said the priest, ‘if I am to die, tell me how soon I may be in heaven.’ ‘Never,’ replied the angel. ‘You denied there was a Heaven.’ ‘Then, my lord, may I go to Purgatory?’ ‘You denied Purgatory also; you must go straight to Hell,’ said the angel. ‘But, my lord, I denied Hell also,’ answered the priest, ‘so you can’t send me there either.’ The angel was a little puzzled. ‘Well,’ said he, ‘I’ll tell you what I can do for you. You may either live now on earth for a hundred years enjoying every pleasure, and then be cast into Hell for ever; or you may die in twenty-four hours in the most horrible torments, and pass through Purgatory, there to remain till the Day of Judgment, if only you can find some one person that believes, and through his belief mercy will be vouchsafed to you and your soul will be saved.’ The priest did not take five minutes to make up his mind.