When the respectable covey came to the massive arch that was giving entry to the building, a pale and rotten man threw himself to the soil in the presence of the bewildered bystanders, exclaiming with tears in the eyes:
- Pardon, gentlemen, pardon!
- I'm sorry! For whom? - they said some-; for the devil who lives inside the armor of the master of the Segre?
- for me - there continued with tremulous voice the unlucky person, in whom they they all recognized the prison guard of the prisons-, for me ... because the weapon ... they have disappeared.