f playing any tricks and not fulfilling
yours, please remember that I have fresh evidence infinitely more
valuable and convincing, to gain which, indeed, I condescended to a
stratagem not quite in keeping with my traditions. With my own ears I
heard this worthy gentleman, who is pleased to think so poorly of me,
admit that he is a heretic. That is enough to burn him any day, and
I swear that if within three weeks we are not man and wife, burn he
shall."

While he was speaking Lysbeth had risen slowly to her feet. Now she
confronted him, no longer the Lysbeth whom he had known, but a new being
filled like a cup with fury that was the more awful because it was so
quiet.

"Juan de Montalvo," she said in a low voice, "your wickedness has won
and for Dirk's sake my person and my goods must pay its price. So be it
since so it must be, but listen. I make no prophecies about you; I do
not say that this or that shall happen to you, but I call down upon you
the curse of God and the execration of men."

Then she threw up her hands and began to pray. "God, Whom it has pleased
that I should be given to a fate far worse than death; O God, blast
the mind and the soul of this monster. Let him henceforth never know
a peaceful hour; let misfortune come upon him through me and mine; let
fears haunt his sleep. Let him live in heavy labour and die in blood and
misery, and through me; and if I bear children to him, let the evil be
upon them also."

She ceased. Montalvo looked at her and tried to speak. Again he looked
and again he tried to speak, but no words would come.

Then the fear of Lysbeth van Hout fell upon him, that fear which was to
haunt him all his life. He turned and crept from the room, and his face
was like the face of an old man, nor, notwithstanding the height of his
immediate success, could his heart have been more heavy if Lysbeth
had been an angel sent straight from Heaven to proclaim to him the
unalterable doom of God.

CHAPTER VII

HENDRIK BRANT HAS A VISITOR

Nine months had gone by, and for more then eight of them Lysbeth had
been known as the Countess Juan de Montalvo. Indeed of this there could
be no doubt, since she was married with some ceremony by the Bishop in
the Groote Kerk before the eyes of all men. Folk had wondered much at
these hurried nuptials, though some of the more ill-natured shrugged
their shoulders and said that when a young woman had compromised
herself by long and lonely drives wit