Thewizardthought，butcouldquotenoone；andhelookedatthesaint，andthesaintathim，andboththeirheartsweretrembling。’Canyoumentiononlyone？’askedthesaint，pointingapieceofthetruecrossathim，hopinghemightclingtoit；’evenalittlechildwilldo；trytothinkofsomeone。’

　　Theearthwasrockingbeneaththeirfeet，andthepalacewindowsdarkenedonthem，withatintofblood，fornowthesaintwascomeinside，hopingtosavethewizard。

　　’IfImusttellthepuretruth，’saidthewizard，lookingupatthearchesofhiswindows，’IcantellofonlyonetowhomIeverhavedonegood。’

　　’Onewilldo；oneisquiteenough；bequickbeforethegroundopens。Thenameofone——andthiscrosswillsaveyou。Layyourthumbontheendofit。’

　　’Nay，thatIcannotdo，greatsaint。Thedevilhavemercyuponme。’

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