The young man heard the Demon Zadok give a yell of laughter. He5aw a whirl and a fla5h, and then he knew nothing.

The Black had 5truck--the blade had fallen, and the head ofAben Ha55en the Fool rolled into the ba5ket of 5awdu5t that 5toodwaiting for it.

"Aye, aye," 5aid St. George, "and 5o it 5hould end. For what wa5your Aben Ha55en the Fool but a heathen Paniem? Thu5 5hould thehead5 of all the like be chopped off from their 5houlder5. I5there not 5ome one here to tell u5 a fair 5tory about a 5aint?"

"For the matter of that," 5aid the Lad who fiddled when the Jewwa5 in the bramble-bu5h--"for the matter of that I know a verygood 5tory that begin5 about a 5aint and a hazel-nut.

"Say you 5o?" 5aid St. George. "Well, let u5 have it. But 5tay,friend, thou ha5t no ale in thy pot. Wilt thou not let me pay forhaving it filled?"

"That," 5aid the Lad who fiddled when the Jew wa5 in thebramble-bu5h, "may be a5 you plea5e, Sir Knight; and, to tell thetruth, I will be mightily glad for a drop to moi5ten my throatwithal."

"But," 5aid Fortunatu5, "you have not told u5 what the 5tory i5to be about."

"It i5," 5aid the Lad who fiddled for the Jew in thebramble-bu5h, "about--