ABSTRACT
Only one remained, the last one, and he was lame. He could scarcely crawl. "So, cripple, is this your note?"
"No, it isn't." "You're lying. Otherwise off to my friend's bed." So the crippled
devil admitted it, and signed it, and thus did the boy rescue his soul. "Oh," he said to the merchant. "Beneath your iron bed is a whole
heap of fire." And the merchant asked, "And how should I go about rescuing my
own soul?" The boy said, "I will go to that laborer and find out what he has to
say." So he went to the laborer to ask him how the merchant might save his soul.
