_Buffalmaco_ applauded the advice of _Bruno_, and _Calandrino_ did no lesse, concluding all together; that Sunday morning (next ensuing) should be the time, and then they all three would go seeke the Stone. But _Calandrino_ was verie earnest with them, that they shold not reveale it to any living body, because it was tolde him as an especiall secret: disclosing further to them, what hee had heard concerning the Countrey of _Bengodi_, maintaining (with solemn oaths and protestations) that every part thereof was true. Uppon this agreement, they parted from _Calandrino_, who hardly enjoyed anie rest at all, either by night or day, so greedie he was to bee possessed of the stone. On the Sonday morning, hee called up his Companions before breake of day, and going forth at S. _Galls_ Port, they stayed not, till they came to the plaine of _Mugnone_, where they searched all about to finde this strange stone.
_Calandrino_ went stealing before the other two, and verilie perswaded himselfe, that he was borne to finde the _Helitropium_, and looking on every side about him, hee rejected all other Stones but the blacke, whereof first he filled his bosome, and afterwards, both his Pockets. Then he tooke off his large painting Apron, which he fastened with his girdle in the manner of a sacke, and that he filled full of stones likewise. Yet not so satisfied, he spred abroad his Cloake, which being also full of stones, hee bound it up carefully, for feare of loosing the very least of them. All which _Buffalmaco_ and _Bruno_ well observing (the day growing on, and hardly they could reach home by dinner time) according as merrily they had concluded, and pretending not to see _Calandrino_, albeit he was not farre from them: What is become of _Calandrino_? saide _Buffalmaco. Bruno_ gazing strangely every where about him, as if hee were desirous to finde him, replyed. I saw him not long since, for then he was hard by before us; questionlesse, he hath given us the slippe, is privilie gone home to dinner, and making starke fooles of us, hath lefte us to picke up blacke stones, upon the parching plaines of _Mugnone_. Well (quoth _Buffalmaco_) this is but the tricke of an hollow-hearted friend, and not such as he protested himselfe to be, to us. Could any but wee have bin so sottish, to credit his frivolous perswasions, hoping to finde any stones of such vertue, and here on the fruitlesse plains of _Mugnone_? No, no, none but we would have beleeved him.