with her. It happened, that as they lay in bed, the lady observed, "If you would do one thing for me, I might become your wife." "What is it," replied he, "that will please you, and which I will not perform?"
"My husband is gone to the Holy Land, and loves me little; now, if by your art you could destroy him, all that I possess is yours." "I acquiesce," said the clerk, "but on condition that you marry me." To this the lady bound herself, and the necromancer fashioned an image under the similitude and name of the knight, and fixed it before him in the wall.
In the mean time, the knight having passed over to Rome, a wise master met him in the way, and observing him narrowly, said, "My friend, I have a secret to communicate."
"Well, master, what would you please to say?"
"This day you will die, unless you follow my advice: your wife is a harlot, and contrives your death." The soldier, hearing what was said of his spouse, put confidence in the speaker, and said, "Good master, save my life, and I will amply recompense you." "Willingly," answered the other, "if you will do as I shall
