It is easy to imagine the disquietude of the priest on perceiving the ravages made by these visitors among his vines, his best source of revenue, but he probably exaggerated the damage.

Francis one day heard him giving vent to his bad humor.

"Father," he said, "it is useless for you to disturb yourself for what you cannot hinder; but, tell me, how much wine do you get on an average ?" "Fourteen measures," replied the priest.
"Very well, if you have less than twenty, I undertake to make up the difference." This promise reassured the worthy man, and when at the vintage he received twenty measures, he had no hesitation in believing in a miracle.[2] Upon Ugolini's entreaties Francis had accepted the hospitality of the bishop's palace in Rieti.

Thomas of Celano enlarges with delight upon the marks of devotion lavished on Francis by this prince of the Church.
Unhappily all this is written in that pompous and confused style of which diplomats and ecclesiastics appear to have by nature the secret.
Francis entered into the condition of a relic in his lifetime.

The mania for amulets displayed itself around him in all its excesses.