The guard chose a key from the ring and started to fiddle with the huge padlock. He opened the smallest of the dungeons.
Evert stepped in first, leaning forward, and he reached back to help the chaplain through the beam-sized threshold. Then the guard followed them with an oil lamp.
Sir Albert had not yet met the convict because the diocesan bishop led the interrogations himself on behalf of the inquisition tribunal. The woman was in her fifties, although in the dark—and because of her many sad trials—she looked much older. There were bloodstains and crusted food on her clothes, and her hair was disorderly and covered half of her face. She held her hands over her eyes for several long seconds until she finally grew used to the light coming from the lamp. But she still did not look at the
