"Thou seekest in vain to terrify me into compliance.

_Vade retro, Sathanas_.

I defy thee and all thy works." Demdike laughed scornfully.
"The thunders of the Church do not frighten me," he cried.

"But, look," he added, "you doubted my word when I told you the rising was at an end.
The beacon fires on Boulsworth Hill and on the Grange of Cliviger are extinguished; that on Padiham Heights is expiring--nay, it is out; and ere many minutes all these mountain watch-fires will have disappeared like lamps at the close of a feast." "By our Lady, it is so," cried the abbot, in increasing terror.

"What new jugglery is this ?" "It is no jugglery, I tell you," replied the other.
"The waters of the Don have again arisen; the insurgents have accepted the king's pardon, have deserted their leaders, and dispersed.