"What see ye yonder, Marget Wilson?" shouted Lag, pointing with his sword to the farther stake. She looked for a moment, and answered: "I see Christ wrestling there." Then there was a great silence, and looking out to sea we saw a huge wave sweep white-crested over the head of the older woman, who bent to meet it, and was no more seen. The law had taken its course with her. There was a murmur of angry voices behind us, but a stern look from Lag silenced the timorous crowd. Setting spurs to his horse he plunged into the water, and drew up beside the nearer stake. He severed the rope that bound the girl, whereat a cheer rose from the townsfolk who imagined that the law had relented and that its majesty was satisfied with the death of one victim. He turned his horse and dragged the girl ashore. As they reached the bank, he flung her from him and demanded: "Will ye take the oath? Will ye say ’God Save the King?’" "God save him an He will," she said. "I wish the salvation of all men, and the damnation of none." Now to my thinking that was an answer sufficient, and for such the town folk took it, for some of them cried: "She’s said it! She’s said it! She’s saved!" Lag turned on them like a tiger: "Curse ye," he shouted, "for a pack o’ bletherin’ auld wives! The hizzy winna’ recant. Back intil the sea wi’ her," and gripping her by the arm he dragged her back, and with his own hands fastened her again to the stake. Her head fell forward so that for an instant her face lay upon the waters, then she raised it proudly again. But a halberdier, with no pity in his foul heart, reached out his long halberd, and placing the blade of it upon her neck pushed her face down into the sea. "Tak’ anither sup, hinny," he said, and leered at the townsfolk: but they cried shame upon him and Lag bade him desist. On came the waters, wave after wave, mounting steadily till they reached her heart: then they swept over the curve of her bosom and mounted higher and higher till they touched her neck. She was silent now--silent, but unafraid. She turned her face to the bank, and, O wonder, she smiled, and in her eyes there was a mystic light as though she had seen the Invisible. The cruel waves came on, climbing up the column of her throat until, as though to show her a mercy which man denied her, the sea swirled over her and her face fell forward beneath the waves. Her brown hair floated on the water like a piece of beautiful sea-wrack, and the broken foam clung to it like pearls. Justice--God forgive the word--justice had been done: and two women, malignant and dangerous to the realm because they claimed the right to worship their Maker according to the dictates of their conscience, had been lawfully done to death.