At least there lies my path and I will walk in it--to the fire if need be." "There is some seed of greatness in you; to what will it grow, I wonder ?" replied Emlyn, with a shrug of her shoulders.
On the morrow this faith of Cicely's was put to a sharp test.

The Abbot came and spoke with Emlyn apart.

This was the burden of his song-- "Give me those jewels and all may yet be well with you and your mistress, vile witches though you are.

If not, you burn." As before she denied all knowledge of them.
"Find me the jewels or you burn," he answered.

"Would you pay your lives for a few miserable gems ?" Now Emlyn weakened, not for her own sake, and said she would speak with her mistress.
He bade her do so.
"I thought that those jewels were burned, Emlyn, do you then know where they are ?" asked Cicely.
"Aye, I have said nothing of it to you, but I know.