"I can do that easily."
"But first swear to me as a good Lutheran, on the Holy Gospels, that you will never in this life tell one word of what you have seen and heard in this place to any living soul."
With that he drew from his pocket a small Bible, and required Master Mathias to put his hand on the Bible and repeat the oath after him.
"Now to your work."
Out of the depths of the recess there sounded forth a sorrowful song:
"De profundis ad te clamavi, Domine——"
"Who is that?" whispered Master Mathias with a shudder.
"Take your torch and look at him."
Master Mathias threw the light of the torch into the dark space. Then he saw Father Peter in his monk's cowl, bound, and in an upright position. All around him were heaped up gold and silver and jewels that held him fixed. His cowl was drawn down over his face, so that it could not be seen.
"Father Peter!" whispered Master Mathias, turning to Lord Grazian.