Father? … Father? Is that you? … come to rescue me at last, to convince them of my innocence? To tell them of my devotion to the Church? … of my faithfulness? … of the scrupulous truthfulness of my weekly confessions in your holy presence?
Father? Father, no! Please father! Please! Do not turn your back on me in this time of need.
I’m innocent! You know I am! You could intervene on my behalf, convince the inquisitors!
Father! Don’t allow them to parade me naked, shamefully through the streets! Don’t let them hang me in the town square! Don’t let them make a public spectacle of me!
Think of the family. Think of the fact that I am your dear brother’s daughter … that my condemnation and public humiliation brings embarrassment, even condemnation down on the family’s good name!
You are a man of the Church, Father! Use your good office, your influence. I beg of you!
Father? Father? Why are you shedding your robe?
Father? What are you doing ,,, ???
Oh, Father! …. No! … Not here … not now … in this cell … No!
NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!