The bishop, not being in a condition to repulse the assaults of the populace, assumed the dress of one of his own domestics, fled to the cellar of the church, shut himself in, and ensconced himself in a cask, the bung-hole of which was stopped up by a faithful servitor.

The crowd wandered about everywhere in search of him on whom they wished to wreak their vengeance.

A bandit named Teutgaud, notorious in those times for his robberies, assaults, and murders of travellers, had thrown himself headlong into the cause of the commune.
The bishop, who knew him, had by way of pleasantry and on account of his evil mien given him the nickname of _Isengrin_.

This was the name which was given in the fables of the day to the wolf, and which corresponded to that of Master Reynard.

Teutgaud and his men penetrated into the cellar of the church; they went along tapping upon all the casks; and on what suspicion there is no knowing, but Teutgaud halted in front of that in which the bishop was huddled up, and had it opened, crying, "Is there any one here ?" "Only a poor prisoner," answered the bishop, trembling.