Das Zauberbuch hilft in der Not (The Magic Book Helps in Need)

A man possessed the Clerical Shield. When he once confessed, the clergyman demanded the magic book from him; yet he did not give it out, he needed it only in need, and that could surely be no so great sin, he meant, and therefore had to go out of church without absolution.

Now it once befell that he, toward nightfall, had to march through the Wassnerwald, where, as is known, a feared robber-band had its lair. At some distance before him he saw a clergyman walking along; glad to find a comrade, he quickened his steps and caught him up. It was the confessor who had not wished to absolve him! yet by the same he was not recognized.

Because it became pitch-dark night and a grisly storm broke in, the two, not very knowing of the way, saw themselves compelled to flee into a little shed by the road, without guessing that it was a robber-hut. Suddenly the robbers came rushing up and would fall upon the intruders. The clergyman trembled in all his limbs like aspen-leaf. His worldly companion, however, drew lightning-fast the Clerical Shield out of his pocket and read in it. As by command the robbers now set themselves in two divisions and then stood stiff as bucks, without stirring a limb. As through an honor-guard the two wanderers could now, when morning dawned, depart unhurt.

Did the clerical gentleman not change his view about the use of the magic book?

Jos. Maria Tresch, 70 years old, Silenen