"I ASKED you to send me more life, and you return with a mere youth who will not now give over the elixir!" he bellowed in rage.
"It is because it would be death for him to hand it over" explained the servant.
"Then take it from him!" came the desperate cry.
"I cannot Sir," replied the servant, "for it is not mine to take".
"Then I shall have to do it myself", thus saying, he swiftly snatched the vial from the young man's hand.
The youth did wither before their eyes, the flesh shrivelled back from the bone, the eyes from the sockets, and he collapsed in unspeakable mess of remains.
And as the devil-tyrant took tonic to lips, he enquired, "And what did you promise this time to this youth, that he might journey with you?"
The servant with eyes cast down upon the formless form, replied, "I promised that he should see one who is far greater than he. That he might be amazed at the power and grace of my Master, and he was eager to be received".
"Then you have fulfilled your promise" came the haughty reply, "you have done well by me. You may take rest for the moment, for come tomorrow I shall need you once again. Only this time, bring me more, for I am still not quite refreshed.”
Such it is with the devil of Conceit and his manservant False Pride, who with false promise does come to men to cajole the very life from them, if they but follow and give over their precious life to these two rogues.