On the fourth morning the king awoke and instantly stretched out his wounded foot that he might prove the truth or falsehood of Gilguerillo's remedy. The wound was certainly cured on that side, but how about the other? Yes, that was cured also; and not even a scar was left to show where it had been! Was ever any king so happy as Balancin when he satisfied himself of this?

Therefore, when it became known that he had promised to cure the king's foot, and had ridden away no one knew where a roar of laughter and mockery rang through the town, and jeers and scoffing words were sent after him. But if they had only known what were Gilguerillo's thoughts they would have thought him madder than ever.