“Have you no remorse for your crimes?”

“I have committed none. My soul is like a garden full of shelter and of fountains.”

At Pont de Montvert, on the 12th of August , he had his right hand stricken from his body, and was burned alive. And his soul was like a garden? So perhaps was the soul of Du Chayla, the Christian martyr. And perhaps if you could read in my soul, or I could read in yours, our own composure might seem little less surprising.

Du Chayla’s house still stands, with a new roof, beside one of the bridges of the town; and if you are curious you may see the terrace-garden into which he dropped.