“Sweet, courteous lord,—­resplendent, youthful sir, I come from north and south, from east and west, o’er land, o’er sea, from village green and market-square, but lately from the holy shrine of the blessed Saint Amphibalus.  As to who I am and what—­the universal want am I, for I do stand for health, fleshly and spiritual.  I can cure your diseases of the soul, mind and body.  In very sooth the Pardoner of Pardoners am I, with pardons and indulgences but now hot from the holy fist of His Holiness of Rome:  moreover I have a rare charm and notable cure for the worms, together with divers salves, electuaries, medicaments and nostrums from the farthest Orient.  I have also store of songs and ballades, grave and gay.  Are ye melancholic?  Then I have a ditty merry and mirthful.  Would ye weep?  Here’s a lamentable lay of love and languishment infinite sad to ease you of your tears.  Are ye a sinner vile and damned?  Within my wallet lie pardons galore with powerful indulgences whereby a man may enjoy all the cardinal sins yet shall his soul be accounted innocent as a babe unborn and his flesh go without penance.  Here behold my special indulgence!  The which, to him that buyeth it, shall remit the following sins damned and deadly—­to wit:  Lechery, perjury, adultery, wizardry.  Murders, rapes, thievings and slanders.  Then follow the lesser sins, as—­”

“Hold!” cried Beltane, “surely here be sins enough for any man.”

“Not so, potent sir:  for ’tis a right sinful world and breedeth new sins every day, since man hath a rare invention that way.  Here is a grievous thing, alas! yet something natural:  for, since men are human, and human ’tis to sin, so must all men be sinners and, being sinners, are they therefore inevitably damned!”

“Alas, for poor humanity!” sighed Beltane.

“Forsooth, alas indeed, messire, and likewise woe!” nodded the Pardoner, “for thou, my lord, thou art but human, after all.”

“Indeed at times, ’twould almost seem so!” nodded Beltane gravely.

“And therefore,” quoth the Pardoner, “and therefore, most noble, gentle lord, art thou most assuredly and inevitably—­” The Pardoner sighed.

“Damned?” said Beltane.

“Damned!” sighed the Pardoner.

“Along with the rest of humanity!” nodded Beltane.

“All men be more prone to sin when youth doth riot in their veins,” quoth the Pardoner, “and alas, thou art very young, messire, so do I tremble for thee.”

“Yet with each hour do I grow older!”

“And behold in this hour come I, declaring to thee there is no sin so vile but that through me, Holy Church shall grant thee remission—­at a price!”

“A price, good Pardoner?”

“Why, there be sins great and sins little.  But, youthful sir, for thine own damnable doings, grieve not, mope not nor repine, since I, Lubbo Fitz-Lubbin, Past Pardoner of the Holy See, will e’en now unloose, assoil and remit them unto thee—­”