But on the fourth day of our torment came the witch to us, and gave
us to drink a certain red water from out of a leaden flasket; and
when I drank I deemed it was poison, and was glad, if gladness might
be in me at such a tide; and when I had drunk I felt an icy chill go
through all my body, and all things swam before my eyes, and deadly
sickness came over me. But that passed away from me presently, and I
felt helpless and yet not feeble; all sounds heard I clearer than
ever yet in my life; also I saw the hall, every arch and pillar and
fret, and the gleam on the pavement from the bright sun that might
not enter; and the witch I saw walking up and down the hall by the
dais; but my sisters I saw not when I looked across to their pillars.
Moreover, I might not see myself when I reached out my hand or my
foot, though I saw the chain which made my ankle fast to the pillar;
and withal, when I set my hand on my face, or any other part of my
body, or what else I might touch, I felt there what I looked to feel,
were it flesh or linen, or the cold iron of my fetter, or the
polished face of the marble pillar.
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