� the � gave him a chair before all the why do you howl these things fell as i have said was it not so and said � that is truth i was there and there was a red cushion in the chair and ram said � great shame has come upon the because of this judgment and fearing his anger ram and all his house have gone back to ram told us that you also had gone first the enmity being healed between you to open a shop in indeed it were well for you that you go even now for the has sworn that if he catch any one of your house he will hang him by the heels from the well beam and swinging him to and fro will beat him with till the blood runs from his ears what i have said in respect to the case is true as these men here can testify � even to the five hundred i said � was it five hundred and ram the said � five hundred for i bore witness also and i groaned for it had been in my heart to have said two hundred only then a new fear came upon me and my turned to water and running swiftly to the house of ram i sought for my books and my money in the great wooden chest under my there remained nothing not even a s value all had been taken by the devil who said he was brother i went to my own house also and opened the boards of the shutters but there also was nothing save the rats among the grain baskets in that hour my senses left me and tearing my clothes i ran to the well place crying out for the justice of the english on my brother ram and in my madness telling all that the books were lost when men saw that i would have jumped down the well they believed the truth of my talk more especially because upon my back and bosom were still the marks of the of the the carpenter me and turning me in his hands � for he is a very strong man � showed the upon my body and bowed down with laughter upon the well he cried aloud so that all heard him from the well square to the of the � the have quarrelled and the gray one has been caught in the trap in truth this has been beaten and his brother has taken the money which the court oh this shall be told for years against you the have quarrelled and moreover the books are burned o people indebted to � and i know that ye be many the books are burned then all took up the cry that the books were burned � i that in my folly i had let that escape my mouth � and they throughout the city they gave me the abuse of the which is a terrible abuse and very me also with sticks and cow till i fell down and cried for mercy ram the letter writer bade the people cease for fear that the news should get into and the might come down to inquire he said using many bad words � this much mercy will i do to you though there was no mercy in your dealings with my sister s son over the matter of the has any man a pony on which he sets no store that this fellow may escape if the hears that one of the twain and god knows whether he beat one or both but this man is certainly beaten be in the city there will be a murder done and then will come the police making into each man s house and eating the sweet s stuff all day long ram said � i have a pony very sick but with beating he can be made to walk for two miles if he dies the hide will have the body then the hide said � i will pay three for the body and will walk by this man s side till such time as the pony dies if it be more than two miles i will pay two only ram said � be it so men brought out the pony and i asked leave to draw a little water from the well because i was dried up with fear then ram said � here be four god has brought you very low and i would not send you away empty even though the matter of my sister s son s be an open sore between us it is a long way to your own country go and if it be so willed live but above all do not take the pony s bridle for that is mine and i went out of amid the laughing of the and the hide walked by my side waiting for the pony to fall dead in one mile it died and being full of fear of the i ran till i could run no more and came to this place but i swear by the cow i swear by all things whereon and and even the swear that i and not my brother was beaten by the but the case is ni shut and the doors of the law courts are shut and god knows where the � the mother s milk is not dry upon his lip � is gone am i have no witnesses and the will heal and i am a poor man but on my father s soul on the oath of a from i and not my brother was beaten by the what can i do the justice of the english is as a great river having gone forward it does not return do you take a pen and write clearly what i have said that the may see 