At this moment casting her eyes round, she saw near her Lorenzo and the duke, who had followed Don Ramirez.

“Ah! great God!” she cried, clasping her hands together with a frantic air; “I am betrayed!”

“Betrayed?” replied St. Ursula, who now arrived conducted by some of the archers, and followed by the nun her companion in the procession: “Not betrayed, but discovered. In me recognise your accuser: you know not how well I am instructed in your guilt!⁠—Señor!” she continued, turning to Don Ramirez; “I commit myself to your custody. I charge the prioress of St. Clare with murder, and stake my life for the justice of my accusation.”