My prayer was heard, my petition granted. At the close of twenty-four
hours, the Lady Superior came and released me from my prison, told me to
go to the priest and ask his forgiveness, and then go to my work in the
kitchen. I was very faint and weak from my long fast, and I resolved
never to offend again. I verily thought I could be careful enough to
escape another such punishment. But I had not been in the kitchen one
hour, when I chanced to let a plate fall upon the floor. It was in
no way injured, but I had broken the rules by making a noise, and the
Superior immediately reported me to the priest. He soon appeared with
his bunch of keys and a dark lantern in his hand. He took me by the ear
which he pinched till he brought tears to my eyes, saying, "You don't
try to do well, and I'll make you suffer the consequences." I did not
reply, for I had learned that to answer a priest, or seek to vindicate
myself, or even to explain how things came to be so, was in itself
a crime, to be severely punished. However unjust their treatment,
or whatever my feelings might be, I knew it was better to suffer in
silence.
Unlocking a door that opened out of the kitchen, and still keeping hold
of my ear, he led me into a dark, gloomy hall, with black walls, and
opening a door on the right, he bade me enter. This room was lighted
by a candle, and around the sides, large iron hooks with heavy chains
attached to them, were driven into the wall. At the back part of the
room, he opened the door, and bade me enter a small closet. He then put
a large iron ring over my head, and pressed it down upon my shoulders.
Heavy weights were placed in my hands, and I was told to stand up
straight, and hold them fifteen minutes. This I could not do. Had my
life depended upon the effort, I could not have stood erect, with those
weights in my hands. The priest, however, did not reprove me. Perhaps he
saw that I exerted all my strength to obey, for he took out his watch,
and slowly counted the minutes as they passed. Ere a third part of the
time expired, he was obliged to release me, for the blood gushed from
my nose and mouth, and I began to feel faint and dizzy. The irons were
removed, and the blood ceased to flow.
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