If you will confess to me, woman," he added in a whisper to her, "that you have harboured a priest, and will guide us to his hiding-place, you shall be set free." "I know of no priests but those you have murdered," returned the prophetess, in a loud voice, "but I will tell you something that you wot not of.

The avenger of blood is at hand.

I have seen him.

All here have seen him.

And you shall see him--but not now--not now." "What is the meaning of this raving ?" demanded the pursuivant.
"Pay no heed to her talk," interposed Humphrey Chetham; "she is a poor crazed being, who knows not what she says.