There, by order of the tribunal, the keeper of the gaol was ordered to provide a couple of guards for each prisoner, and these guards were commanded to beat them whenever they looked like going off to sleep. Now the two guards that were allotted to Katheline suffered her to sleep during the night; but they that were assigned to Joos Damman beat him unmercifully every time that he closed his eyes or even hung his head down. And neither of the prisoners was given anything to eat through all that Wednesday, and through all the night and day which followed. But on the Thursday evening they were given food and drink--meat, that is to say, which had been soaked in salt and saltpetre, and water which had been salted in a similar fashion. And this was the beginning of their torture. And in the morning, crying out with thirst, they were led by the sergeants into the chamber of doom. There they were set opposite to one another, bound as they were, each to a separate bench which itself was covered with knotted cords that hurt them grievously. And they were both made to drink a glass of water saturated with salt and saltpetre. Joos Damman began to fall off to sleep where he was, but the sergeants soon beat him awake again. And Katheline said: "Do not beat him, kind sirs. He has committed but a single crime, when he killed Hilbert--and that was done for love's sake. Oh, but I am thirsty! And you also are thirsty, Hans, my beloved! Pray give him something to drink first of all. Water! Water! My body is burning me up. But spare him. I will die for him. Water!" Joos said to her: "Ugly old witch that you are, go and die for all I care! Throw her into the fire, my Lords! Oh, but I am thirsty!" Meanwhile the clerks of the court were busy writing down every word that was being said. And the bailiff asked him: "Have you nothing to confess?" "I have nothing more to say," replied Damman. "You know all that there is to know." "Forasmuch as he persists in his denials," said the bailiff, "let him remain where he is until he shall have made a complete avowal of his crimes. Let him neither eat nor drink nor go to sleep." "So be it," said Joos Damman. "And I will amuse myself by watching the sufferings of this old witch here." And Katheline answered him, saying: "Cold arms, warm heart, Hans, my beloved! I am thirsty, my head is burning!" The clerk of the court wrote down what she said, and the bailiff asked her: "Woman, have you nothing to say in your own defence?" But Katheline only gazed at Joos Damman, and said very amorously: "It is the hour of the sea-eagle, Hans, my pet. They say that you will give me back the seven hundred caroluses. Put out the fire! Put out the fire!" Then she began to cry out most horribly: "Water! Water! My head is burning! God and His angels are eating apples in heaven!" And she lost consciousness.