Zisca was buried IN his skin, at Czaslau finally: in the Church of St.Peter and St.Paul there; with due epitaph; and his big mace or battle-club, mostly iron, hung honorable on the wall close by.

Kaiser Ferdinand, Karl V.'s brother, on a Progress to Prag, came to lodge at Czaslau, one afternoon: "What is that ?" said the Kaiser, strolling over this Peter-and-Paul's Church, and noticing the mace.

"Ugh! Faugh!" growled he angrily, on hearing what; and would not lodge in the Town, but harnessed again, and drove farther that same night.

The club is now gone; but Zisca's dust lies there irremovable till Doomsday, in the land where his limbs were made.

A great behemoth of a war-captain; one of the fiercest, inflexiblest, ruggedest creatures ever made in the form of man.