lifting his cap, repeated the oath to her, an oath strong enough to
blast her soul if she swore to it with false intent.

"In the name of God the Son and of His Blessed Mother, you swear?" he
asked.

"I swear," she answered.

"Good, Senora. Now listen to me. Did you meet that woman this
afternoon?"

"Yes, I met her on the ice."

"And did she in your hearing utter curses upon the Government and the
Holy Church, and call upon you to assist in driving the Spaniards from
the land, as this spy, whom I believe is called Black Meg, has borne
witness?"

"No," said Lysbeth.

"I am afraid that is not quite enough, Senora; I may have misquoted the
exact words. Did the woman say anything of the sort?"

For one second Lysbeth hesitated. Then she caught sight of the victim's
watching, speculative eyes, and remembered that this crazed and broken
creature once had been a child whom her father had kissed and played
with, and that the crime of which she was accused was that she had
escaped from death at the stake.

"The water is cold to die in!" the Mare said, in a meditative voice, as