Seize these witches and let them be kept fast in their chamber till I constitute the Court Ecclesiastic for their trial." So they took hold of Cicely and Emlyn and led them to the Nunnery.

As they crossed the garden they were met by Mother Matilda and the nuns, who, for a second time within a month, ran out to see what was the tumult in the chapel.
"What is it now, Cicely ?" asked the Prioress.
"Now we are witches, Mother," she answered, with a sad smile.
"Aye," broke in Emlyn, "and the charge is that the ghost of the murdered Sir John Foterell was seen speaking to us." "Why, why ?" exclaimed the Prioress.

"If the spirit of a woman's father appears to her is she therefore to be declared a witch?
Then is poor Sister Bridget a witch also, for this same spirit brought the child to her ?" "Aye," said the Abbot, "I had forgotten her.

She is another of the crew, let her be seized and shut up also.

Greatly do I hope, when it comes to the hour of trial, that there may not be found to be more of them," and he glanced at the poor nuns with menace in his eye.
So Cicely and Emlyn were shut within their room and strictly guarded by monks, but otherwise not ill-treated.