"There is a stone here with a lid on it. I don't know what it contains. I found that those who were sacristans here before me did not know either. I will bring it, and you can examine it carefully and see what is inside.'
The hollow stone was a grisly prize. After an almost instantaneous loss of all the old soft things that wrapped around bones, loss that happened without odor or mold, the bones got new wrappings that would last forever. Hurriedly peeling off its clothes before bed, the saintly flesh just disappeared. It was around this time gargoyles began to speak. They could scare without threatening; they said, it's punishment enough that you will never be stone like me: "Never."