Hell and its eternal fires yawn for you." "Do they yawn for my child also, my Lord Abbot ?" "Your brat will be taken from you ere you enter the flames and laid upon the ground, since it is baptized and too young to burn.

If any have pity on it, good; if not, where it lies, there it will be buried." "So be it," answered Cicely.

"God gave it; God save it.

In God I put my trust.

Murderer, leave me to make my peace with Him," and she turned and walked away.
Now the Abbot and Emlyn were face to face.
"Do we really burn on Monday ?" she asked.
"Without doubt, unless faggots will not take fire.