Fortunately Ursus had never gone into the Low Countries; there they would certainly have weighed him, to ascertain whether he was of the normal weight, above or below which a man is a sorcerer.  In Holland this weight was sagely fixed by law.  Nothing was simpler or more ingenious.  It was a clear test.  They put you in a scale, and the evidence was conclusive if you broke the equilibrium.  Too heavy, you were hanged; too light, you were burned.  To this day the scales in which sorcerers were weighed may be seen at Oudewater, but they are now used for weighing cheeses; how religion has degenerated!  Ursus would certainly have had a crow to pluck with those scales.  In his travels he kept away from Holland, and he did well.  Indeed, we believe that he used never to leave the United Kingdom.

However this may have been, he was very poor and morose, and having made the acquaintance of Homo in a wood, a taste for a wandering life had come over him.  He had taken the wolf into partnership, and with him had gone forth on the highways, living in the open air the great life of chance.  He had a great deal of industry and of reserve, and great skill in everything connected with healing operations, restoring the sick to health, and in working wonders peculiar to himself.  He was considered a clever mountebank and a good doctor.  As may be imagined, he passed for a wizard as well—­not much indeed; only a little, for it was unwholesome in those days to be considered a friend of the devil.  To tell the truth, Ursus, by his passion for pharmacy and his love of plants, laid himself open to suspicion, seeing that he often went to gather herbs in rough thickets where grew Lucifer’s salads, and where, as has been proved by the Counsellor De l’Ancre, there is a risk of meeting in the evening mist a man who comes out of the earth, “blind of the right eye, barefooted, without a cloak, and a sword by his side.”  But for the matter of that, Ursus, although eccentric in manner and disposition, was too good a fellow to invoke or disperse hail, to make faces appear, to kill a man with the torment of excessive dancing, to suggest dreams fair or foul and full of terror, and to cause the birth of cocks with four wings.  He had no such mischievous tricks.  He was incapable of certain abominations, such as, for instance, speaking German, Hebrew, or Greek, without having learned them, which is a sign of unpardonable wickedness, or of a natural infirmity proceeding from a morbid humour.  If Ursus spoke Latin, it was because he knew it.  He would never have allowed himself to speak Syriac, which he did not know.  Besides, it is asserted that Syriac is the language spoken in the midnight meetings at which uncanny people worship the devil.  In medicine he justly preferred Galen to Cardan; Cardan, although a learned man, being but an earthworm to Galen.

To sum up, Ursus was not one of those persons who live in fear of the police.  His van was long enough and wide enough to allow of his lying down in it on a box containing his not very sumptuous apparel.  He owned a lantern, several wigs, and some utensils suspended from nails, among which were musical instruments.  He possessed, besides, a bearskin with which he covered himself on his days of grand performance.  He called this putting on full dress.  He used to say, “I have two skins; this is the real one,” pointing to the bearskin.