In her life Mother Megges had not been lovely, but in the death that had overtaken her----! It was morning.

The Lord Abbot and his monks were assembled in the guest-chamber, and opposite to them were the Lady Prioress and her nuns, and with them Emlyn.
"Witchcraft!" shouted the Abbot, smiting his fist upon the table, "black witchcraft! Satan himself and his foulest demons walk the countryside and have their home in this Nunnery.

Last night they manifested themselves----" "By saving a babe from a cruel death and bringing a hateful murderess to doom," broke in Emlyn.
"Silence, Sorceress," shouted the Abbot.

"Get thee behind me, Satan.

I know you and your familiars," and he glared at the Prioress.
"What may you mean, my Lord Abbot ?" asked Mother Matilda, bridling up.
"My sisters and I do not understand.