The Metamorphosis

By The Editor.



_Relates how a Spanish Bishop, not being able to procure fish, ate

two partridges on a Friday, and how he told his servants that he had

converted them by his prayers into fish--as will more plainly be related

below._





If you wish, you shall hear now, before it is too late, a little story

about a brave Spanish Bishop who went to Rome to transact some business

for his master the King of Castille.



This brave prelate, whom I intend to make furnish this last story,

arrived one day at a little village in Lombardy, it being then early on

a Friday evening, and ordered his steward to have supper early, and to

go into the town and buy what he could, for he (the Bishop) was very

hungry, not having broken his fast all that day.



His servant obeyed him, and went to the market, and to all the

fishmongers in the town, to procure some fish, but, to make the story

short, not a single fish, in spite of all the efforts made by the

steward, could be found.



But, on returning to the inn, he met a countryman, who had two fine

partridges which he would sell very cheaply. The steward thought he

would secure them, and they would serve to make the Bishop a feast on

Sunday.



He bought them, a great bargain, and came to his master with the two

partridges in his hand, all alive, and fat, and plump, and told him of

his failure to get any fish, at which my Lord was not best pleased.



"And what can we have for supper?"



"My Lord," replied the steward, "I will get them to prepare you eggs in

a hundred thousand different ways, and you can have apples and pears.

Our host has also some rich cheese. We will do our best; have patience,

a supper is soon over, and you shall fare better to-morrow, God willing.

We shall be in a town which is much better provided with fish than this,

and on Sunday you cannot fail to dine well, for here are two partridges

which are plump and succulent."



The Bishop looked at the two partridges, and found them as the steward

said, plump, and in good condition, so he thought they would take the

place of the fish which he had lost. So he caused them to be killed and

prepared for the spit.



When the steward saw that his master wished to have them roasted, he was

astounded, and said to his master;



"My lord, it is well to kill them, but to roast them now for Sunday

seems a pity."



But the steward lost his time, for, in spite of his remonstrances, they

were put on the spit and roasted.



The good prelate watched them cooking, and the poor steward was

scandalized, and did not know what to make of his master's ill-ordered

appetite.



When the partridges were roasted, the table laid, the wine brought in,

eggs cooked in various ways, and served to a turn, the prelate seated

himself, said grace, and asked for the partridges, with mustard.



His steward wished to know what his master would do with these birds,

and brought them to him fresh from the fire, and emitting an odour

enough to make a friar's mouth water.



The good Bishop attacked the partridges, and began to cut and eat with

such haste, that he did not give his squire, who came to carve for him,

sufficient time to lay his bread, and sharpen his knife.



When the steward saw his master eating the birds, he was so amazed that

he could no longer keep silent, and said to him;



"Oh, my lord, what are you doing? Are you a Jew or a Saracen, that you

do not keep Friday? By my faith, I am astonished at such doings."



"Hold your tongue! Hold your tongue!" said the good prelate, who had

his hands and his beard covered with fat and gravy. "You are a fool,

and know not what you are saying. I am doing no harm. You know well and

believe, that by the words spoken by me and other priests, we make of

the host, which is nothing but flour and water, the precious body of

Jesus Christ. Can I not by the same means?--I who have seen so many

things at the court of Rome and many other places--know by what words

I may transform these partridges, which are flesh, into fish, although

they still retain the form of partridges? So indeed I have done. I have

long known how to do this. They were no sooner put to the fire than by

certain words I know, I so charmed them that I converted them into the

substance of fish, and you might--all of you who are here--eat, as I do,

without sin. But as you would still believe them to be flesh, they would

do you harm, so I alone will commit the sin."



The steward and the other attendants began to laugh, and pretended to

believe the highly-coloured story that their master had told them, and

ever after that were up to the trick, and related it joyously in many

places.





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