His assenting nod had betrayed the truth,
had confirmed her worst fear. She swayed a little; the room swam
round her, she felt as she would swoon. Then blind indignation
against that forsworn betrayer surged to revive her. If it was
through her weakness and undutifulness that her father had been
destroyed, through her strength should he be avenged, though in
doing so she pulled down and destroyed herself.
"And he confessed to his own sin?" she was repeating slowly, ever
on that musing, incredulous note. "He dared confess himself a
Judaizer?"
"A Judaizer!" Sheer horror now overspread the friar's grim
countenance. "A Judaizer! Don Rodrigo? Oh, impossible!"
"But I thought you said he had confessed."
"Why, yes, but . . . but not to that." Her pale lips smiled,
sadly contemptuous.
"I see. He set limits of prudence upon his confession. He left
out his Judatting practices. He did not tell you, for instance,
that this deletion was an act of revenge against me who refused
to marry him, having discovered his unfaith, and fearing its
consequences in this world and the next."
Ojeda stared at her in sheer, incredulous amazement.
And then Torquemada spoke: "Do you say that Don Rodrigo de
Cardona is a Judaizer? Oh, it is unbelievable.
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