Then the king said to Malagigi, “Give me a morsel from your cup, that I may be cleared of my sins.”  Malagigi answered, “Illustrious lord, I dare not do it, unless you will forgive all who have at any time offended you.  You know that Christ forgave all those who had betrayed and crucified him.”  The king replied, “Friend, that is true; but Rinaldo has so grievously offended me, that I cannot forgive him, nor that other man, Malagigi, the magician.  These two shall never live in my kingdom again.  If I catch them I will certainly have them hanged.  But tell me, pilgrim, who is that man who stands beside you?” “He is deaf, dumb, and blind,” said Malagigi.  Then the king said again, “Give me to drink of your cup, to take away my sins.”  Malagigi answered, “My lord king, here is my poor brother, who for fifty days has not heard, spoken, nor seen.  This misfortune befell him in a house where we found shelter, and the day before yesterday we met with a wise woman, who told him the only hope of a cure for him was to come to some place where Bayard was to be ridden, and to mount and ride him; that would do him more good than anything else.”  Then said the king, “Friend, you have come to the right place, for Bayard is to be ridden here to-day.  Give me a draught from your cup, and your companion shall ride upon Bayard.”  Malagigi, hearing these words, said, “Be it so.”  Then the king, with great devotion, took a spoon, and dipped a portion from the pilgrim’s cup, believing that his sins should be thereby forgiven.

When this was done, the king said to Charlot, “Son, I request that you will let this sick pilgrim sit on your horse, and ride if he can, for by so doing he will be healed of all his infirmities.”  Charlot replied, “That will I gladly do.”  So saying, he dismounted, and the servants took the pilgrim in their arms, and helped him on the horse.

Wher Rinaldo was mounted, he put his feet in the stirrups, and said, “I would like to ride a little.”  Malagigi, hearing him speak, seemed delighted, and asked him whether he could see and hear also.  “Yes,” said Rinaldo, “I am healed of all my infirmities.”  When the king heard it he said to Bishop Turpin, “My lord bishop, we must celebrate this with a procession, with crosses and banners, for it is a great miracle.”

When Rinaldo remarked that he was not carefully watched, he spoke to the horse, and touched him with the spurs.  Bayard knew that his master was upon him, and he started off upon a rapid pace, and in a few moments was a good way off.  Malagigi pretended to be in great alarm.  “O noble king and master,” he cried, “my poor companion is run away with; he will fall and break his neck.”  The king ordered his knights to ride after the pilgrim, and bring him back, or help him if need were.  They did so, but it was in vain.  Rinaldo left them all behind him, and kept on his way till he reached Montalban.  Malagigi was suffered to depart, unsuspected, and he went his way, making sad lamentation for the fate of his comrade, who he pretended to think must surely be dashed to pieces.