"
"You cannot be so utterly lost, my son," rejoined the canon. "Hell may
have woven her dark chains round you, but not so firmly but that the
hand of Heaven can burst them."
"You waste time in seeking to persuade me," returned Fenwolf.
"You are not ignorant of the punishment inflicted upon those
condemned for sorcery, my son? "demanded the canon.
"It is the stake, is it not? " replied Fenwolf
"Ay," replied the canon; "but even that fiery trial will fail to purge out
your offences without penitence. My lord of Suffolk, this wretched
man's condition demands special attention. It will profit the Church
much to win his soul from the fiend. Let him, I pray you, be removed to
the dungeon beneath the Garter Tower, where a priest shall visit him,
and pray by his side till daybreak."
"It will be useless, father," said Fenwolf.
"I do not despair, my son," replied the canon; "and when I see you again
in the morning I trust to find you in a better frame of mind."
The duke then gave directions to the guard to remove the prisoner, and
after some further conference with the canon, returned to the royal
apartments.
Meanwhile, the canon shaped his course towards the Horseshoe
Cloisters, a range of buildings so designated from their form, and
situated at the west end of St.
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