"And above them?" "Above them I see the roofs of the houses, which crown the ramparts." "And higher still?" "The tops of the pines, the domes of the Churches and the Belltowers." "And higher still?" "I see a Tower overtopping all the rest, and crowned with battlements. It is the Tower of the Podestà." "Monk, what see you above the battlements of that Tower?" "I see nothing, brother, above the battlements save the sky." "But I," cried the quarryman, "I see upon that Tower a hideous giant brandishing a club, and on the club is inscribed: OPPRESSION. Yea! Oppression is lifted up above the citizens' heads on the Great Tower of the Magistrates and the City's Laws." And Fra Giovanni answered: "What one man sees, another cannot see, and it may be the horrid shape you describe is set on the Tower of the Podestà yonder, in the city of Viterbo. But is there no remedy for the ills you endure, my brother? The good St. Francis left behind him on this earth so full a fountain of consolation that all men may draw refreshment therefrom." Then the quarryman spoke after this fashion: "Men have said, 'This mountain is ours.' And these men are my masters, and it is for them I hew stone. And they enjoy the fruit of my labour." Fra Giovanni sighed: "Surely men must be mad to believe they own a mountain." But the quarryman replied: "Nay! they are not mad; and the Laws of the City guarantee them their ownership. The citizens pay them for the stones I have hewn, which are marbles of great price." And Fra Giovanni said: