As we proceeded from the boat to the Nunnery, one of the priests went
before us while the others walked beside me, leading me between them.
People gazed at us as we passed, but they did not dare to insult, or
laugh at me, while in such respectable company. Yet, methinks it
must have been a ludicrous sight to witness so much parade for a poor
run-a-way nun.
CHAPTER XV.
CHOICE OF PUNISHMENTS.
On our arrival at the Nunnery, I was left alone for half an hour. Then
the Bishop came in with the Lady Superior, and the Abbess who had charge
of the kitchen when I left. The Bishop read to me three punishments of
which he said, I could take my choice. First.--To fast five days in the
fasting room. Second.--To suffer punishment in the lime room. Third.--To
fast four days, in the cell. As I knew nothing of these places except
the cell, a priest was directed to take me to them, that I might see for
myself, and then take my choice. At first, I thought I did not care, and
I said I had no choice about it; but when I came to see the rooms, I was
thankful that I was not allowed to abide by that decision. Certainly, I
had no idea what was before me.
I was blindfolded, and taken to the lime room first. I think it must
have been situated at a great distance from the room we left, for he led
me down several flights of stairs, and through long, low passages, where
it was impossible to stand erect. At length we entered a room where the
atmosphere seemed laden with hot vapor. My blinder was removed, and I
found myself in a pleasant room some fifteen feet square. There was no
furniture of any kind, but a wide bench, fastened to the wall, extended
round three sides of the room. The floor looked like one solid block of
dark colored marble; not a crack or seam to be seen in it, but it was
clouded, highly polished, and very beautiful. Around the sides of the
room, a great number of hooks and chains were fastened to the wall, and
a large hook hung in the center overhead. Near the door stood two men,
with long iron bars, some two inches square, on their shoulders.
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