With my own ears I heard this worthy gentleman, who is pleased to think so poorly of me, admit that he is a heretic.

That is enough to burn him any day, and I swear that if within three weeks we are not man and wife, burn he shall." While he was speaking Lysbeth had risen slowly to her feet.

Now she confronted him, no longer the Lysbeth whom he had known, but a new being filled like a cup with fury that was the more awful because it was so quiet.
"Juan de Montalvo," she said in a low voice, "your wickedness has won and for Dirk's sake my person and my goods must pay its price.

So be it since so it must be, but listen.

I make no prophecies about you; I do not say that this or that shall happen to you, but I call down upon you the curse of God and the execration of men." Then she threw up her hands and began to pray.