ymns sung by those above, till at length the light, creeping
through the dungeon lattices, told them that it was morning. At its
first ray Martin awoke much refreshed, for even there his health and
weariness had brought sleep to him. Foy also awoke, stiff and sore, but
in his right mind and very hungry. Then Martin found the loaves and the
stockfish, and they filled themselves, washing down the meal with water,
after which he dressed Foy's wounds, making a poultice for them out of
the crumb of the bread, and doctored his own bruises as best he could.

It must have been ten o'clock or later when again the doors were opened,
and men appeared who commanded that they should follow them.

"One of us can't walk," said Martin; "still, perhaps I can manage," and,
lifting Foy in his arms as though he had been a baby, he passed with the
jailers out of the den, down the stair, and into the court-room. Here,
seated behind a table, they found Ramiro and the little, squeaky-voiced,
red-faced Inquisitor.

"Heaven above us!" said the Inquisitor, "what a great hairy ruffian;
it makes me feel nervous to be in the same place with him. I beg you,
Governor Ramiro, instruct your soldiers to be watching and to stab him
at the first movement."

"Have no fear, noble sir," answered Ramiro, "the villain is quite
unarmed."

"I daresay, I daresay, but let us get on. Now what is the charge against
these people? Ah! I see, heresy like the last upon the evidence of--oh!
well, never mind. Well, we will take that as proved, and, of course, it
is enough. But what more? Ah! here it is. Escaped from The Hague with
the goods of a heretic, killed sundry of his Majesty's lieges, blew up
others on the Haarlemer Meer, and yesterday, as we know for ourselves,
committed a whole series of murders in resisting lawful arrest.
Prisoners, have you anything to say?"

"Plenty," answered Foy.

"Then save your trouble and my time, since nothing can excuse your
godless, rebellious, and damnable behaviour. Friend Governor, into your
hands I deliver them, and may God have mercy on their souls. See, by the
way, that you have a priest at hand to shrive them at last, if they will
be shriven, just for the sake of charity, but all the other details I
leave to you. Torment? Oh! of course if you think there is anything to
be gained by it, or that it will purify their souls. And now I will be
going on to Haarlem, for I tell you frankly, friend Governor, that I
don't think th