A great many people have drawn my attention to a story concerning a dispute that occurred in the lands of the Dumnonians, which is now called Devon, at about the same time as the visit of Donald dux to the kingdom of the Angles, Saxons, Britons, Picts, and Scots, saying ‘O woe for the time in which we live, when no one can tell us the meaning of this story.’ Unlearned though I am, after hearing this and many another groan from my flock, I will endeavour to set down this tale.

In a certain village of that country many people had gathered, as was their custom, to ring bells in a church. That church was dedicated to the Prince of the Apostles but what occurred in his church can hardly have pleased him for, as the people rang the bells with a great clanging, a certain man was roused to ire by the sound. This man, who should have been moved by the bells to fix his thoughts on the salvation of his soul, was instead provoked by a diabolical clamour to imperil it. It was said that this man had formerly been a teacher of rhetoric or some such subject. He was aged three score years and two. O man! If only your age and learning had had served you better! Would that it had brought wisdom rather than rashness!

One of the bell-ringers had stationed a vehicle across a road which led to this man’s dwelling and the man ran to the church and berated the bell-ringers with many an oath, for he said that a physician would be prevented by the vehicle from reaching his house in time to apply cupping glasses and save someone from dying, though in truth no one in his house was dying and the man appeared to know an ominous amount about how long it might take for someone to die, hypothetically speaking of course. The man shouted at all present, pushed a small child and tried to climb the bell tower in his rage to stop the ringing. Some people of that village said that his anger was in part due to the fact that he was unskilled in leading his carriage to his house by another route, but others still said that the bells had made an unholy noise like only unto the trumpet at the end of days. The local priest tried to calm the people and, for the time being, there the matter rested.

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