"On Sunday morning," he began in a hollow whisper, "the procession will be formed, and wind through the streets of the city to the theatre, where the sermon will be preached before those who are relaxed proceed to the Quemadero.

About eight o'clock it turns on to the quay for a little way only, and here will be but few spectators, since the view of the pageant is bad, nor is the road guarded there.

Now, if a dozen determined men were waiting disguised as peasants with a boat at hand, perhaps they might----" and he paused.
Then Peter, who had been watching and listening to all this play, spoke for the first time, asking: "In such an event, reverend Sir, how would those determined men know which was the victim that they sought ?" "The heretic John Castell," he answered, "will be seated on an ass, clad in a _zamarra_ of sheepskin painted with fiends and a likeness of his own head burning--very well done, for I, who can draw, had a hand in it.

Also, he alone will have a rope round his neck, by which he may be known." "Why will he be seated on an ass ?" asked Peter savagely.

"Because you have tortured him so that he cannot walk ?" "Not so--not so," said the Dominican, shrinking from those fierce eyes.
"He has never been questioned at all, not a single turn of the _mancuerda_, I swear to you, Sir Knight.