drowning by spearing me through the shoulder; so I went up to him, and
saw furthermore that he was girt with a heavy sword. He turned round
when he saw me coming, and asked me fiercely what I did there. I asked
why he was painting in my castle.

Thereupon, with that same grim smile widening his mouth as heretofore,
he said, "I paint God's judgments."

And as he spoke, he rattled the sword in his scabbard; but I said,

"Well, then, you paint them very badly. Listen; I know God's judgments
much better than you do. See now; I will teach you God's judgments,
and you shall teach me painting."

While I spoke he still rattled his sword, and when I had done, shut
his right eye tight, screwing his nose on one side; then said:

"You have got no clothes on, and may go to the devil! What do you know
about God's judgments?"

"Well, they are not all yellow and red, at all events; you ought to
know better."

He screamed out, "0 you fool! Yellow and red! Gold and blood, what do
they make?"

"Well," I said; "what?"

"HELL!" And, coming close up to me, he struck me with his open hand in
the face, so that the colour with which his hand was smeared was