Once upon a time a very strong gentile lived in Jentilbaratza: he dominated all other Gentiles.
He spent his time turning going from Jentilbaratza to Leizadi and from Leizadi to Jentilbaratza. And one day it occurred to him to go down to where the Christians were to check if there was a man with whom he could fight.
He headed for Lazkao and on the way he met a fourteen year old boy. He asked him if he was a man. “I’m not a man yet, I’m too young,” the boy replied.
After passing Lazkao he met an old man on the road to Senpere and asked him also if he was a man. The elder answered him that he was on his way back but that in Beasain forge he would find some big strong men.
The Gentile went straight to Beasain’s ironmongers and asked if there were men there. And a Christian blacksmith came out. And then the Gentile said to him, “If there is any man able to bend my claw, let him come out.”
The blacksmith answered yes, “I hope I come out with two fingers.” Thus, he caught the gentile with the red hot tongs from the fire and cut off his nose.
The gentile returned to Jentilbaratza screaming and shouting and his friends asked him what had happened to him. “Christians have bad arts,” he said. And since then the Gentiles fear Christians.