I put my ear next to it very simply,thinking he was telling the truth.And when he felt my head near the statue,he doubled up his fist and knocked my head into that devil of a bull so hard that I felt the pain from its horns for three days.And he said to me,"You fool,now learn that a blind man's servant has to be one step ahead of the devil."And he laughed out loud at his joke.
It seemed to me that at that very instant I woke up from my childlike simplicity and I said to myself,"He's right.I've got to open my eyes and be on my guard.I'm alone now,and I've got to think about taking care of myself."
We started on our way again,and in just a few days he taught me the slang thieves use.When he saw what a quick mind I had he was really happy,and he said,"I can't give you any gold or silver,but I can give you plenty of hints on how to stay alive."And that's exactly what he did;after God,it was this fellow who gave me life and who,although he was blind,enlightened me and showed me how to live.
I like to tell you these silly things to show what virtue there is in men being able to raise themselves up from the depths,and what a vice it is for them to let themselves slip down from high stations.
Well,getting back to my dear blind man and telling about his ways,you should know that from the time God created the world there's no one He made smarter or sharper than that man.At his job he was sly as a fox.He knew over a hundred prayers by heart.He would use a low tone,calm and very sonorous,that would make the church where he was praying echo.And whenever he prayed,he would put on a humble and pious expression--something he did very well.And he wouldn't make faces or grimaces with his mouth or eyes the way others do.
Besides this he had thousands of other ways of getting money.He told everyone that he knew prayers for lots of different things:for women who couldn't have children or who were in labor;for those women who weren't happy in their marriage--so that their husbands would love them more.He would give predictions to expectant mothers about whether they would have a boy or a girl.And as far as medicine was concerned,he said that Galen never knew the half of what he did about toothaches,fainting spells,and female illnesses.In fact,there was no one who would tell him they were sick that he couldn't immediately say to them:"Do this,and then is;take this herb,or take that root."
And so everyone came to him--especially women--and they believed everything he told them.He got a lot out of them with these ways I've been telling about;in fact,he earned more in a month than a hundred ordinary blind men earn in a year.
But I want you to know,too,that even with all he got and all that he had,I've never seen a more greedy,miserly man.He was starving me to death.He didn't even give me enough to keep me alive!I'm telling the truth:If I hadn't known how to help myself with my wily ways and some pretty clever tricks,I would have died of hunger lots of times.But with all his know-how and carefulness I outwitted him,so that I always--or usually--really got the better of him.The way I did this was I played some devilish tricks on him,and I'll tell about some of them,even though I didn't come out on top every time.
He carried the bread and all the other things in a cloth bag,and he kept the neck of it closed with an iron ring that had a padlock and key.And when he put things in or took them out,he did it so carefully and counted everything so well that no one in the world could have gotten a crumb from him.So I'd take what little he gave me,and in less than two mouthfuls it would be gone.
After he had closed the lock and forgotten about it,thinking that I was busy with other things,I would begin to bleed the miserly bag dry.There was a little seam on the side of the bag that I'd rip open and sew up again.And I would take out bread--not little crumbs,either,but big hunks--and I'd get bacon and sausage too.And so I was always looking for the right time to score,not on a ball field,but on the food in that blasted bag that the tyrant of a blind man kept away from me.
And then,every time I had a chance I'd steal half copper coins.And when someone gave him a copper to say a prayer for them--and since he couldn't see--they'd no sooner have offered it than I would pop it into my mouth and have a half-copper ready.And as soon as he stuck out his hand,there was my coin reduced to half price.Then the old blind man would start growling at me.As soon as he felt it and realized that it wasn't a whole copper he'd say,"How the devil is it that now that you're with me they never give me anything but half coppers,when they almost always used to give me a copper or a two-copper piece?I'd swear that this is all your fault."
He used to cut his prayers short,too;he wouldn't even get halfway through them.He told me to pull on the end of his cloak whenever the person who asked for the prayer had gone.So that's what I did.Then he'd begin to call out again with his cry,"Who would like to have me say a prayer for him?"in his usual way.
And he always put a little jug of wine next to him when we ate.I would grab it quickly and give it a couple of quiet kisses before I put it back in its place.But that didn't go on for very long:he could tell by the number of nips he took that some was missing.So to keep his wine safe he never let the jug out of reach;he'd always hold on to the handle.But not even a magnet could attract the way I could with a long rye straw that I had made for that very purpose.And I'd stick it in the mouth of the jug and suck until--good-bye,wine!But the old traitor was so wary that I think he must have sensed me,because from then on he stopped that and put the jug between his legs.And even then he kept his hand over the top to make sure.
