text:  He related how on the last night on which he had met Mother Magdalena he had found her sitting by the well in the market-place casting a spell upon the spring and turning the waters to poison and blood--as a proof of which he swore to have himself tasted in the water of the bucket the taste of blood; how in revenge for his warning to her to desist from her foul practices she had pointed up her finger to the sky and immediately brought down upon his head all the combined waters of heaven; how she had vanished from his sight in this storm he knew not how; and how immediately intense pains began to torture his joints until he became half frantic with agony and had been compelled by hideous visions to quit the shelter he had sought in order to be exposed to all the peltings of the storm