Scoffingly he asks Jan: 'Art thou a king ?' Simple, yet endlessly deep the reply: 'Art thou a bishop ?' Both alike false to their callings--as father of men and shepherd of souls.

Yet the one cold, self-seeking sceptic, the other ignorant, passionate, fanatic idealist.

'Why hast thou destroyed the town and _my_ folk ?' 'Priest, I have not destroyed one little maid of _thine_.

Thou hast again thy town, and I can repay thee a hundredfold.' The bishop demands with much curiosity how this miserable captive can possibly repay him.

'I know we must die, and die terribly, yet before we die, shut us up in an iron cage, and send us round through the land, charge the curious folk a few pence to see us, and thou wilt soon gather together all thy heart's desire.' The jest is grim, but the king of Sion has the advantage of his grace the bishop.