Suddenly the old man cried out: "It is well.
Thou art merciful, Holy God!" Later, the Franciscan passed through the long passages thanking God sadly for the blessed miracle of the misunderstanding.

At the gate he met the governor.

Heavily, supporting each step by his stick, he came along.

When he saw the monk he went up to him: "My dear father," he said hoarsely.

"I am sorry; you will have a heavy night of it.
Ferleitner, the criminal, will need a priest.