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Massieu. She tried to understand, but she was breaking, under exhaustion, and she could not gather the meaning. It was all a jumble and confusion of strange words. In her despair she sent out this beseeching cry—
"I appeal to the Church universal whether I ought to abjure or not!"
Erard exclaimed—
"You shall abjure instantly, or instantly be burnt!"
She glanced up, at those awful words, and for the first time she saw the stake and the mass of red coals—redder and angrier than ever now under the constantly deepening storm-gloom. She gasped and staggered up out of her seat muttering and mumbling incoherently, and gazed vacantly upon the people and the scene about her like one who is dazed, or thinks he dreams, and does not know where he is.
The priests crowded about her imploring her to sign the paper, there were many voices beseeching and urging her at once, there was great turmoil and shouting and excitement among the populace and everywhere.
"Sign! sign!" from the priests; "sign—sign and be saved!" And Loyseleur was urging at her ear, "Do as I told you—do not destroy yourself!"
Joan said plaintively to these people—
"Ah, you do not do well to seduce me."
The judges joined their voices to the others. Yes, even the iron in their hearts melted, and they said—
"O Joan, we pity you so! Take back what you have said, or we must deliver you up to punishment."
And now there was another voice—it was from the other platform—pealing solemnly above the din: Cauchon's—reading the sentence of death!
Joan's strength was all spent. She stood looking about her in a bewildered way a moment, then slowly she sank to her knees, and bowed her head and said—
"I submit."
They gave her no time to reconsider—they knew the peril of that. The moment the words were out of her mouth
