[Prisoners of Chance by Randall Parrish]@TWC D-Link book
Prisoners of Chance

CHAPTER XXXIII
21/23

I saw none exercising authority excepting priests of their strange worship.

It was the chief priest who held me in the flame." I crushed back the hot, useless words burning on my lips, and turned to look at the Puritan.

We had conversed in English, and he must have comprehended every word, yet there was no softening in the glint of his hard, gray eyes.
"Hear you the priest's story, sirrah ?" I asked, feeling strong inclination to vent my spleen on him for such bull-headedness.

"Is he not one to honor rather than pick a quarrel with in such place as this ?" "'T is no quarrel I seek, nor am I like to question the fanatical courage of a Jesuit.

But I tell you his teaching is false, an outrage on the true religion of the saints, and I am of a strain which can never companion with any of that black-robed breed.


<<Back  Index  Next>>

D-Link book Top

TWC mobile books