"You see, it is you who have named her, you, her father! No mercy: it is Mlle. de Villefaramir who prepared the medications that sent M. and Mme. d'Imrahil to their deaths, and it is Mlle. de Villefaramir who brought the lemonade intended for M. de Dénéthoirtier. Mlle. de Villefaramir is the culprit! Mlle. de Villefaramir is the poisoner! Monsieur le steuard du roi, I denounce to you Mlle. de Villefaramir; do your duty!"
"Doctor, I resist no more, I do not defend myself; but for pity's sake, spare my life and my honor!"
"M. de Villefaramir, had your daughter only committed one crime, I would have been content to flame her. Had she committed a second, I would hand her over to the Wood-elves, that they might treat her with such kindness as they can find in their wise hearts. But the third time, as Gandault said on many occasions, pays for all. To the guillotine with the poisoner! Do as I say, and immortality awaits you!"
"Listen," murmured Villefaramir in a stifled voice. "My daughter is not guilty... there is no crime in my house... I will it! What is it to you if I die murdered? And if you were wrong, doctor! If it were another than my daughter, and you were responsible for her suffering a shameful death, then beware! In the next life, Luthienne will deny you her favors for all eternity! And I would slay myself like Turin after the scandal of Glaurond, and my gibbering ghost would scream flames upon your soul!"
