After having said that he dies again. The monk did not wish to know
who had killed him; he knew all he wanted with that. The father wished
to take the monk home with him to dinner, but he would not go that
day. He said to him:
"I will come on such a day."
As you may fancy they made a splendid dinner; nothing was wanting
there. They invited all their friends and acquaintances to rejoice with
them. When the monk arrives, the lady, before sitting down to table,
wished to show him her child, how she had suckled him with her own
milk eighteen years, and that he did not grow at all, but was always
just as he was when he was born. The monk betook himself to prayer,
and he saw that which they believed to be a child fly away under the
shape of a devil in fire and flame, and he carried off with him part
of the house. He told his mother not to vex herself because she had had
the devil there, and that she would be happier without such a child.
All the world was astonished at the power of this monk; but the mother
was still grieved. The monk, to console her, told her his history;
how he was her true child; how the devil had taken him and carried him
to the roadside; how he had been found and brought up by a coachman;
and that it was he himself who had been made priest, and her son. All
were astounded at his words. After they had well dined, the monk went
back into his convent, and the father and mother lived honourably,
as they did before; and as they lived well, they died well too.
Catherine Elizondo.