I have sent a messenger forward with my credentials to the Bishop Peter." So to the corner of the yard I went and rubbed down the horses with a wisp of straw which Peter of the Pigs brought me, and which smelled of his charges too.

Then, with another piece of money in his hand, I sent him out to the nearest corn-chandler's to buy some corn for our beasts, the which I gave them, and stood by them till I saw them eat it too.

For in such a poverty-stricken place, and with a gentleman of the capacity of Master Peter of the Pigs, one that is in any way fond of his horses cannot be too careful.
This done, I announced myself to my master as ready to accompany him.
Then, through the streets of Thorn, all strangely empty, we took our way.

Women were leaning out of windows; every head turned castleward up the street.
They hardly deigned a glance at my master or at myself, but continued to gaze.

And as each passenger came down the street from the direction of the Wolfsberg they cried questions at him, so that he ran the gantlet of a dropping fire of shrill queries.
"What are they doing to the sweet saint up yonder ?" "Hath she been put to the Question ?" "Who could be executioner in such a case?
A man would be sent to hell-fire for daring to lay hand on her." The popular sympathies ran clearly with the accused, which is not, as our old Hanne had reason to remember, the rule in trials for witchcraft.
Soon we were passing the gate of the Red Tower.