You hear the clerk say, "Master Carolinus, it is late. Cannot we end this for today?" The magistrate hesitates, then says, "Very well, Heinrich. Guards take the prisoner away."
The thumbscrew is taken off. The relief of the worst pain almost makes you want to cry. A new dull throbbing pain begins. They bandage your wound. They lift you out of the chair.
The guards drag you back to your cell. They leave a bowl of soup for you to eat, but you are too weak and in pain to touch it. The mice crawl in the straw. After you fall asleep, they eat your food.