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ter was a ost precio potion which the saesife, a great agician and friend of his, had brought hi but itake all the bla upon yself for never havg told your worshipf y uncle&039;s vagaries, that you ight put a s to the beforethgs had e to this pass, and burn all these aursed books- forhe has a great nuber- that richly deserve to be burned likeheretics&ot;

&ot; say i too,&ot; said the curate, &ot;and by y faith to-orrow shallnot pass without public judgnt upon the, and ay they bendened to the flas lest they lead those that read to behave as ygood friend sees to have behaved&ot;

all this the peasant heard, and fro it he understood at last whaas the atter with his neighbour, he began callg aloud, &ot;open,your worships, to senor bald and to senor the aris of antua,who es badly wounded, and to senor abdarraez, the oor, whothe valiant rodrigo de narvaez, the alcaide of anteera, brgscaptive&ot;

at these words they all hurried out, and when they regnisedtheir friend, aster, and uncle, who had not yet diunted fro theass becae he uld not, they ran to ebrace hi

&ot;hold!&ot; said he, &ot;for i a badly wounded through y horse&039;s fault;carry to bed, and if possible send for the wise urganda to cure andsee to y wounds&ot;

&ot;see there! plague on it!&ot; cried the hoekeeper at this: &ot;did noty heart tell the truth as to which foot y aster went la of? tobed with your worship at once, and we will ntrive to cure you herewithout fetchg that hurgada a cu