You make your mark on a document of the confession. The magistrate is pleased. They return you to your cell.  You get a good meal. 

The next day you are back in the courtroom. The judges sit on their high bench again. To the side of courtroom you see there seated on a velvet chair, under a velvet awning, the Prince-Bishop himself. 

You stand alone. You swear on the Bible that you will tell the truth.


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