The Gambling Daemon
There once lived a daemon in Vysehrad who was fond of playing cards, throwing dice and all kinds of gambling. He once took a bet with a monk called Boniface that he could carry a great stone all the way from Rome to Prague in the time it took the monk to say the Lord’s Prayer. If he failed he would pay the monk one thousand guldens.
As the beast spread his wings and flew away, the monk started praying. He said ‘amen’ just as the daemon returned clutching a stone column. When he saw he had lost he flung the column down and it broke into three pieces on Vysehrad Hill.
The church collation box was much heavier than usual on that day. As for the daemon, he walks around the three pieces of the column every second Friday, trying to put them back together.
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