e drew
herself up with dignity. "Inquisitors, I will die with my husband," she
exclaimed. "I renounce for ever the gross errors of the Romish faith,
which I have been induced to assume. I am ready to die as a true
Protestant--a believer in the simple truths of the Gospel."

"Away with her! Away with her to prison!" cried the Inquisitor. "She
is mad; she is beside herself!"

"I am a Protestant. I will die with my husband," exclaimed Leonor; but
before she could say more a gag was thrust into her mouth, and she was
surrounded by friars and familiars, so as to conceal her from the public
view.

The look Herezuelo cast towards Leonor was the last he gave her on
earth. Not another was allowed him. He was hurried off by the
stony-hearted familiars, with his brother martyrs and their companions
in affliction. The first part of the exhibition had been a cruel, a
blasphemous mockery--that which was to follow was to be a diabolical
reality.

Those condemned to death, either by fire or strangulation, were now
formed into a melancholy procession, each person accompanied as before
by familiars and monks, the latter disturbing the last moments of their
yellow-robed victims by their senseless exhortations. Thus they
proceeded slowly through the gates, accompanied by nearly all those who
had witnessed the first part of the proceedings; the eager crowd making
their observations on the appearance and bearing of the sufferers, many
of the more brutal mocking and jeering, especially as they caught sight
of the two principal martyrs. It might have seemed strange to them that
of all the human beings collected they should have appeared the calmest,
though the look of agony which arose on Herezuelo's brow at the sight of
his wife had not yet left it.

Arrived at the spot where the stakes were erected and the faggots piled
up, further efforts were made to induce Cazalla and Herezuelo to recant.
The former, seeing his brother Augustine not at the stake, but among
those who were to be strangled before being burned, signified his sorrow
by an expressive motion of his hands. The latter remained firm as
before, unmoved by all the exhortations of the priests and monks. Even
when instigated by his tempters, the unhappy Doctor Augustine Cazalla
urged him to be reconciled to the Church of Rome, he turned on him a
look of sorrow and compassion, mingled with contempt, which at once
silenced the recreant from the truth. Herezuelo's calm