lory of the Church?"

"Certainly, I deny that the bread and wine at the Mass are changed in
any way into the body and blood of Christ, with the soul and deity, the
bones and sinews," answered Herezuelo, solemnly. "I deny that when
Jesus said, `I am the living bread which came down from heaven,' He was
even speaking of the Last Supper, or that He intended that it should be
supposed that He was to become literally bread and wine, or rather that
bread and wine should become Him, any more than that He should become a
door, or a shepherd, or a rock, to all of which He likens Himself. He
says, `The words that I speak unto you they are spirit, and they are
life'; and then He continues, as if he would say, `Come to Me, and
believe on Me, for that is what I mean by eating My flesh and drinking
My blood; He that cometh to Me shall never hunger, and he that believeth
on Me shall never thirst. As by eating bread and drinking wine your
physical body is sustained, so by believing that My body was broken for
you on the accursed tree, and that My blood was shed for you, will your
spiritual life be sustained; and I enjoin you to meet together
occasionally to break bread and to drink wine in remembrance of Me.
Moreover, I promise you that as oft as you do this in My name, through
love of Me, I will be spiritually in the midst of you.' No other
construction can I put on these words of our Lord, and in that faith I
am prepared to die."

"And die you shall, audacious heretic!" exclaimed the Inquisitor, who
was no other than the infamous Munebrega, Archbishop of Tarragona, who
had come over from Seville in consequence of the illness of his
colleague. His eyes rolled; he gnashed with his teeth in fury at
finding himself unable to intimidate the prisoner--he, before whom so
many men of rank and condition had been compelled to humble themselves.
He remembered, too, whose husband the prisoner was--the daughter of one
who had despised and rejected him. "To the rack with him! to the rack!
We must learn from him what other persons hold these abominable
opinions, while we teach him to abandon them himself. Spare him not:
for his soul's good his body must be afflicted."

Antonio Herezuelo cast his eyes to heaven, and from the depths of his
heart there came up a prayer, earnest, solemn, of mighty power. Not for
himself he prayed--not even for the beloved wife of his bosom; but he
prayed that in the fiery trial he was to undergo he might not