Speak the word and I give them up to save you." Cicely thought a while and kissed her child, which she held in her arms, then laughed aloud and answered-- "Not so.

That Abbot shall never be richer for any gem of mine.

I have told you in what I trust, and it is not jewels.

Whether I burn or whether I am saved, he shall not have them." "Good," said Emlyn, "that is my mind also, I only spoke for your sake," and she went out and told the Abbot.
He came into Cicely's chamber and raged at them.

He said that they should be excommunicated, then tortured and then burned; but Cicely, whom he had thought to frighten, never winced.
"If so, so let it be," she replied, "and I will bear all as best I can.
I know nothing of these jewels, but if they still exist they are mine, not yours, and I am innocent of any witchcraft.