Her pledge she gave me then: "When Queen, for Spain
The Inquisition! Let the Saints record!
I promise thee, my father, thou shalt be
A mattock of deracination to
Extirpate heresy."
Well, well; time goes:
The world moves onward, and I still am—oh,
Frere Torquemada, a Dominican!...
Blind Spain hastes blindly forward, eager for
Her Hellward plunge. Our need is absolute.