Natheless, did I hang over such a skin of Rhenish as this, and three churls sat beneath a drinking it and offered me not a drop, I'd soon be down among them." "Denys! Denys!" "My spirit would cut the cord, and womp would come my body amongst ye, with a hand on the bottle, and one eye winking, t'other." Gerard started up with a cry of horror and his fingers to his ears, and was running from the place, when his eye fell on the watcher's axe.

The tangible danger brought him back.

He sat down again on the axe with his fingers in his ears.
"Courage, l'ami, le diable est mort!" shouted Denys gaily, and offered him a piece of bear's ear, put it right under his nose as he stopped his ears.

Gerard turned his head away with loathing.
"Wine!" he gasped.

"Heaven knows I have much need of it, with such companions as thee and--" He took a long draught of the Rhenish wine: it ran glowing through his veins, and warmed and strengthened his heart, but could not check his tremors whenever a gust of wind came.