Ere long a mournful train approached the church, and a bier was set down before the porch.

A black hood covered the face of the dead, but the vestments showed that it was the body of Paslew.
At the head of the bearers was Demdike, and when the body was set down he advanced towards it, and, removing the hood, gazed at the livid and distorted features.
"At length I am fully avenged," he said.
"And Abbot Paslew, also," cried a voice above him.
Demdike looked up, but the look was his last, for the ponderous statue of Saint Gregory de Northbury, launched from its pedestal, fell upon his head, and crushed him to the ground.

A mangled and breathless mass was taken from beneath the image, and the hands and visage of Paslew were found spotted with blood dashed from the gory carcass.

The author of the wizard's destruction was suspected, but never found, nor was it positively known who had done the deed till years after, when Hal o' Nabs, who meanwhile had married pretty Dorothy Croft, and had been blessed by numerous offspring in the union, made his last confession, and then he exhibited no remarkable or becoming penitence for the act, neither was he refused absolution.
Thus it came to pass that the abbot and his enemy perished together.

The mutilated remains of the wizard were placed in a shell, and huddled into the grave where his wife had that morning been laid.