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expectations. It was a very hot night, and the bishop had been looking for   The Eighth Day | The Sixth Novell
            them, intending to go home with them, enjoy their company, and quench   Storyteller: Filomena
            his thirst. When he saw them coming into the piazza, he told them of his
            desire, and they escorted him to their house. In the cool of their little   Calandrino and his friends search for a lost pig and find it.
            courtyard, bright with many lamps, he took a comforting draught of their   The owner doubts their story and demands proof. Calandrino
            good wine. When he was done, the young men said, "Sir, since you have   reenacts finding the pig, convincing the owner and restoring
            graciously visited our humble house, which we were about to invite you   his good name. The owner finally believes them and thanks
            to, we would be grateful if you would look at something, a mere trifle,   them for their honesty and effort.
            that we have to show you." The bishop replied that he would do so with
            pleasure. One of the young men took a lighted torch and led the way,
            with the bishop and the others following, to the chamber where Master
            Rector lay with Ciutazza.


            The rector, being in a hurry, had ridden hard and was already over three
            miles on his way when they arrived. Somewhat tired, he was resting, but
            despite the hot night, he still held Ciutazza in his arms. In this posture, he
            was shown to the bishop when the young man bearing the light, followed
            by the others, entered the chamber. Roused and seeing the light and
            the people around him, the rector was greatly ashamed and frightened,
            and he hid his head under the covers. But the bishop, reprimanding him
            severely, made him thrust his head out again and look at his bedfellow.
            Realizing the trick the lady had played on him, the rector was now the
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            saddest man ever, both because of the trick and his great disgrace. His
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            discomfiture was complete when, having dressed, he was put in close
            custody by the bishop's command and sent to prison to expiate his offense
            with a rigorous penance.
                                                                   One of the lady's farmworkers had the bad luck to lose two of his pigs
            The bishop then wanted to know how the rector had ended up with   that day. While looking for them, he came to the tower not long after
            Ciutazza. The young men told the whole story, and when they finished,   the scholar had left. Hearing the lady's cries, he climbed up into the
            the bishop commended both the lady and the young men for taking proper   tower and called out, "Who is crying up there?" The lady recognized
            vengeance without shedding a priest's blood. The bishop made the rector   his voice and called him by name, saying, "Please, go fetch my maid
            bewail his transgression for forty days, but with his love and the scornful   and bring her up here to me." The farmworker, recognizing her voice,
            rejection he received, he bewailed it for more than forty-nine days. For   replied, "Madam, who put you there? Your maid has been looking
            a long time, he couldn't show himself in the street without boys pointing   for you all day. Who would have thought you were here?" He then
            at him and saying, "There goes the man who lay with Ciutazza." This was   set up the ladder and began securing the steps. While he was doing
            such an affliction that he was nearly driven mad. In this way, the worthy   this, the maid arrived, crying out, "Sweet my lady, where are you?"
            lady rid herself of the rector's vexatious importunity, and Ciutazza had a   The lady answered, "O my sister, I am up here. Do not cry, but fetch
            jolly night and earned her shift.
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