"Do you think them right in believing it?"
"If they believe that I am sent by God, they are not deceived."
"Did you understand the feelings of those who kissed your feet, your hands and your garments?"
"Many were glad to see me. I let them kiss my hands as little as possible; but the poor people came to me gladly, because I did them no unkindness, but helped them as much as I could."
"Did not the women touch their rings with the ring you wore?"
"Many women touched my hands and my rings, but I do not know why they did so."
For more than three months her trial went on. But her fate was settled now. The Inquisition had no pardon for her. The judges left her, a few daring to be sorry for the brave creature, but most of them openly and indecently glad. In the courtyard they found a number of English waiting for news, among them the Earl of Warwick.
"Farewell, farewell!" cried the bishop, as he passed him; "be of good cheer—it is done!"
Her guilt was proved; let her be given over to the secular power; but first let her be charitably exhorted for her soul's welfare, and warned that she had nothing more to hope for in this world.