“ ‘Beware!’ said I, ‘for my liberty is your dishonor.’

“ ‘Explain yourself, my pretty sibyl!’

“ ‘Yes; for as soon as I leave this place I will tell everything. I will proclaim the violence you have used toward me. I will describe my captivity. I will denounce this place of infamy. You are placed on high, my Lord, but tremble! Above you there is the king; above the king there is God!’

“However perfect master he was over himself, my persecutor allowed a movement of anger to escape him. I could not see the expression of his countenance, but I felt the arm tremble upon which my hand was placed.

“ ‘Then you shall not leave this place,’ said he.

“ ‘Very well,’ cried I, ‘then the place of my punishment will be that of my tomb. I will die here, and you will see if a phantom that accuses is not more terrible than a living being that threatens!’

“ ‘You shall have no weapon left in your power.’