"I'll wait at the gates of heaven till you come."
"And if for my sin's sake I go to hell?"
"I'll pray to God till he releases you."
"Would you like to pray again now?"
"No, my heart is at peace."
"Amen!"
Then she sat her down on the little stool, and bound up her hair with the white fillet.
An iron coffin was there to hold them both.
The headsman's henchman stood close by the little stool, leaning on his sword.
Michal recognized and spoke to him.