"Whom have we here?" I
asked. "This," answered he, "is the Den of Thieves; here are myriads of
foresters, lawyers and stewards, with old Judas in their midst." And it
grieved them sorely to behold a pack of tailors and weavers above them in
a more comfortable chamber. Hardly had I turned round when a demon, in
the shape of a steed, bore in a physician, and an apothecary, and hurled
them into the midst of the pedlars and horse cheats, because they had
sold worthless drugs. And they too began murmuring against being
allotted to such low society. "Stay, stay," cried one of the devils, "ye
deserve a better place," and he pitched them down amongst conquerors and
murderers. There were vast numbers in here for playing false dice and
cheating at cards, but before I had time to observe them closely, I could
hear by the door a huge crowd in wild tumult and shouts--hai, hw, ptrw-
how-ho-o-o-p--as of cattle being driven along. I turned round to see the
cause of it, but could perceive only the horned demons. I enquired of my
Guide if there were cuckolds with the devils. "No," said he, "they are
in another cell; these are drovers who wished to escape to the prison of
the Sabbath-breakers, and are sent here against their will.
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