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at the puissant and mighty Lord of Cartillon lay dying in sin, possessed of frenzies and fiends, and stood in need most urgent of extreme unction, we deliberated thereupon together. "Hurry, haste, good fathers, ere it be too late; we have here two stout palfreys to bear you to his couch." The Abbot having in due season come forth from his closet, we were commanded to go forthwith to minister to the needs of the noble Count. Provided with holy oil, and the ritual for casting out demons, bearing a piece of the true cross, before which no evil being can prevail, we rode away at so rough a pace withal, through constant urging and imprecations of the men at arms, as caused us to be sorely shaken and disturbed, both in mind and body. Arrived at Cartillon, we made great speed to repair to his bedside, where, of a truth, the man lay flat of his back, weak in flesh, but stout and rebellious of soul, contrary to the doctrines of our most blessed religion. Before he caught sight of us, he moaned and heaved, pointing his fingers ever out of the window, and uttering strange heathen blasphemies--whereat we crossed ourselves piously. Following the direction of his gaze we saw naught save the starlit dome of heaven. The eyes of the demon gave him power to see diabolical and unclean forms. Sorely distracted thereat, he cried out in direst fear: "Hence! Hence! Seek my mother in Hell, for it was her doing. I would have spared the women." The man being clearly possessed of an evil demon, we immediately made ready the sacred offices of the church for the casting out of such. Believing from the demon voice issuing through the possessed man's lips that it was the woman fiend, Lilith, who in female guise doth walk the earth in darkness, we resorted with much speed to the office specially prepared for that evil and depraved being. The holy ritual was being devoutly read by Brother Anselmo, when the man, turning in his couch, caught sight of us at our sacred labors. He thereupon, with many profane and blasphemous oaths, bade us cease and begone. "Out! Out upon you, thou shaveling hypocrites! Thinkest thou I am become a helpless woman to profit of thy mummeries? No, by the body of Jupiter. Get out! get out!" "Oh, weak and rebellious son of Holy Church, calm thy troubled spirit and take unto thyself the most blessed peace of God. Repent thine errors, and prepare thy mind for the Paradise of the just." V
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