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 "You know," my brave companions, "that this rascal here," (pointing at me) "is the servant of the wretch who has dared to watch in our Castle with armed numbers. The daring scoundrel and his two associates are punished; famine and thirst have seized their victims with merciless fangs, tormenting them with excruciating pains, with agony and black despair; on our next nocturnal visit to the Castle, we shall see them lifeless on the ground. You know how the daring fools have been vexed, teazed and tormented by Father Francis. It was glorious sun, we have been amused with their foolish credulity, and are now amply avenged on these bold disturbers of our nocturnal assembly."

"The villagers are not yet punished," continued he, "for having assisted them, but they shall not escape their doom. Our future safety demands the destruction of the village, and its environs, but, tell me, what shall we do with that fellow there?