Although her beating had finally ended, someone had moved her into the misericord, which meant one thing—her discipline would continue. At least they hadn’t returned her to the cloister prison. She didn’t have to view her back to know her wounds were too serious to leave untreated. The unending pain and warmth of oozing blood told enough. They had laid her on a pallet and exposed her tortured back to the ministrations of the infirmarian. No one spoke to her as they entered and left the room, not even in the sign language they used for communication. The sisters took turns acting as deputy and watched over her day and night, guarding the door to her room. Over the following days Katharina had too much time to think and sleep. Since idleness had never agreed with her, in her mind she wrote and rewrote a letter to Doctor Luther. She’d smuggle it out of the convent the first opportunity she had. In the letter she’d beg his forgiveness for anything she’d done to anger him, and she’d plead with him to come to her rescue—again.
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