"Oh, have mercy upon me!" she murmured.
"Dost thou confess it?"
"Yes."
"Attend, clerks of court. Thou dost confess to having a familiar imp in the shape of a black page, who became the father of thy little devils?"
"Yes."
"Um—um—coitus cum diabolo," muttered a clerk of court, writing.
"How many?"
"I know not."
"Another proof of deep sorcery," said the lord president, "for the witches of Germany have been known to have twelve imps at a birth."
"And thou didst suckle these uncounted devils at the mark on thy bosom?"