THE TRIAL OF THE WITCH At this point came my master back, looking exceedingly disconsolate.

A starveling, furtive-eyed monk accompanied him.
"The Bishop," he said, "is gone forth of his house.

He is in attendance at the trial of a woman for witchcraft, one whom some of the common city folk hold to be a saint.

But the young Duke and others swear that she is a witch, and hath murdered the Duke Casimir.

Haste thee with the horses, sirrah, and attend me to the Hall of Justice.