And seeing that the hermit was stepping towards him: "Adieu, friend!" "Ronan, I shall accompany you." "Will you join us in running the Vagrery? You, a hermit? You among us, 'Wand'ring men,' 'Wolves,' 'Heads of Wolves,' Vagres that we are? A saint in the company of demons?" "They that be whole need not the physician, but they that are sick." "Monk, you are right!" said Cautin to him in a low voice. "You will not leave me alone in their hands? You will protect me against the Philistines?" "It is my duty to render these people better than they are." "Better! The sacrilegious scoundrels, who pillaged my villa, stole my beautiful goblets, my vases and all my money--" "The homicidal sword will be turned into a pruning hook to prune the flowering vine; the peaceful and teeming earth will yield its fruit for all men; the lion will lie down beside the sheep, the wolf beside the lamb, and a little child will lead them! Do not blaspheme, bishop! The Creator made His children after his own image; He made them good in order that they may be happy; blind, wretched or ignorant are the wicked. Let us heal their ignorance, their wretchedness and their blindness--and good they will become!" "Lies!" cried the bishop excitedly. "Behold yonder the woman who was my wife, with her orange skirt and gold embroidered red stockings--behold her on the arm of that bandit with the black hair. The infamous woman--they are in each other's arms." "Jesus had only words of mercy for Magdalen the courtesan and for the adulterous woman; will you dare to throw the first stone at the woman who once was your wife? Come--come along--I pity you--lean upon my arm--you are about to faint--" "Alas! Where do these accursed Vagres propose to take me?" "That does not concern you--mend your ways--repent!" "My God! My God! And there is no hope of being delivered on the road! Oh! We live in frightful days!" "And who is it that made these days what they are, if not you, princes of the Church? Oh! For centuries did our fathers see Gaul peaceful and flourishing. She then was free!" replied the hermit with bitterness. "To-day she is again enslaved." "Our fathers were miserable heathens! At this very hour they are gnashing their teeth in all eternity!" cried Cautin. "We, on the contrary, have the true faith--and the Lord has terrible punishment in store for the wretches who dare insult His priests and plunder the goods of His Church. Look yonder, monk, is not that a sight to make one's heart break? Abomination and desolation!" CHAPTER VI. TO THE FASTNESS OF ALLANGE.