But she could not give up Christ.

Wert thou there, O Pentaur, when the governor examined the prisoners?
Didst thou see Vivia Perpetua's old father press forward, carrying her babe in his arms, and beg her to recant for the child's sake?
Didst thou hear the judge ask her, 'Art thou then a Christian ?' and didst thou hear her answer, 'I am' ?" Timokles paused.

Pentaur had groaned.

His face was hidden in his hands.
"And then," continued Timokles, "the wretched father, hearing his daughter speak those words that doomed her to death, tried to draw her from the platform.

He was struck with a stick, and the judge condemned Vivia Perpetua and Felicitas, with the other Christians, to be exposed to the wild beasts." Another low groan broke from Pentaur.