“I am condemned by man,” answered the woman, “but God shall yet maintain my innocence.”
“But ye will be dead,” said Deliverance.
“I shall have gone to my Father in heaven,” replied the woman, and the darkness hid her worn and glorified face, “but my innocence will be maintained that others may be saved.”
“Do ye think that I will be saved?” asked Deliverance.
“Of what do they accuse you?” asked her companion.
“O’ witchery,” answered Deliverance; and she began to weep.
But the woman, although she might not move near her, comforted her there in the darkness.
“Weep not that men persecute you, dear child. There is another judgment. Dear child, there is another judgment.”
For a long time there was silence. Then the woman spoke again. “Dear child,” she said, “I have a little son who is a cripple. Should you live and go free, will you see that he suffers not?”
“Where bides he?” asked Deliverance.