"'Tis false. Thou dost but babble to gain time."
"'Tis true. Thy very pallor and trembling proclaim it true. Thou didst slay an unarmed man, alone and unprotected in the wilderness. Worse than that, thy victim was a priest of Holy Church, whose very garb should have been sacred to thee."
Ingle reddened and spoke more sullenly.
"There be many sins heavier than the taking off of a Jesuit."
"Ay, there be heavier sins. Shall I name thee one?"
"An it please thee."
"Then I count it a heavier sin than the committing of a crime to let another be charged with thy deed, and still baser when thou thyself dost egg on his accusers. Thou Judas!"
Ingle's look darkened, and he grasped her wrist still more firmly.
"Thou hast had thy say. Now I will have mine. I will teach thee to call me by a new name."