The whole village will be assembled to hear them recant; high and low, rich and poor, all are to meet together in the great quadrangle of the priory to hear and see.

The lay brother says it will be a fine sight.

If they will not recant, the prior will give them over to the Lord of Mortimer, who will see that they suffer as heretics are wont to do.

If they abjure their errors, the prior will set them their penances; and these be no light thing, by what the brother says.

Some will be branded in the cheek, that they carry the mark of their shame all their days; some will have a green badge affixed to their arm, to wear until they have leave to cast it off, that all men may know they have been touched by the pollution; whilst others will be set to menial toil in the monasteries, and will perchance spend the rest of their lives there, sundered from their friends and their homes and all those whom they love.
"In truth, I marvel how any man can meddle with heresy in these days.