“Cold arms, warm heart, Hans, my beloved! I am thirsty, my head is burning!”
The clerk of the court wrote down what she said, and the bailiff asked her:
“Woman, have you nothing to say in your own defence?”
But Katheline only gazed at Joos Damman, and said very amorously:
“It is the hour of the sea-eagle, Hans, my pet. They say that you will give me back the seven hundred caroluses. Put out the fire! Put out the fire!” Then she began to cry out most horribly: “Water! Water! My head is burning! God and His angels are eating apples in heaven!”
And she lost consciousness.
Thereupon the bailiff ordered her to be released from the bench of torture; which was done, and thereafter she was seen to stagger to and fro because of her feet, which were all swollen from the cords that had been bound too tight.
“Give her to drink,” said the bailiff.
And they gave her some fresh water which she swallowed greedily, holding the goblet between her teeth as a dog holds a bone and refusing to let it go. Then they gave her more water, and this she would have carried over to Joos Damman had not the torturer wrested the goblet from her hand. And she fell down asleep, like a piece of lead.
But Joos Damman cried out in his fury: