"But what sort of people are you?"
"Quite harmless people; the theologian Khalava, the philosopher Brutus, and the rhetorician Gorobetz."
"It is impossible," answered the old woman. "The whole house is full of people, and every corner occupied. Where can I put you up? You are big and heavy enough to break the house down. I know these philosophers and theologians; when once one takes them in, they eat one out of house and home. Go farther on! There is no room here for you!"
"Have pity on us, mother! How can you be so heartless? Don't let Christians perish. Put us up where you like, and if we eat up your provisions, or do any other damage, may our hands wither up, and all the punishment of heaven light on us!"
The old woman seemed a little touched. "Well," she said after a few moments' consideration, "I will let you in; but I must put you in different rooms, for I should have no quiet if you were all together at night."
"Do just as you like; we won't say any more about it," answered the students.
The gates moved heavily on their hinges, and they entered the court-yard.
"Well now, mother," said the philosopher, following the old woman, "if you had a little scrap of something! By heavens! my stomach
