The New Gospel

Second Jailor:  You know, it seems so odd.

First Jailor:  What?

Second Jailor:  Well, to look through that [prison] door and to see a heretic.  I’ve never seen one before.

First Jailor:  Well, they’re a poor lot, taken ‘em by and large.

Second Jailor:  Are they dangerous?

First Jailor:  (smiling) Not when they get here.

Second Jailor:  Yes, a heretic.  You know it must be awful to be like him.  To know you’re damned for all eternity.  Terrifying.

First Jailor:  He might recant.

Second Jailor:  You think he will?

First Jailor:  Might.

Second Jailor:  Will he then be spared?

First Jailor:  (shaking his head) Not this one.  He’s been accused before and found guilty.  This time it’s the stake.

Second Jailor:  What makes them do it, I wonder?  Heretics?

First Jailor:  Why, they’re snared.  Trapped with the Prince of Darkness.

Second Jailor:  Really? … I mean what do they preach?

First Jailor:  Heresy.

Second Jailor:  Yes, but what in particular?

First Jailor:  In particular?  Well, there I thank the Lord I don’t know.   And I hope I never shall.  And (eyeing the Second Jailor directly) if I was you, I wouldn’t ask such questions.

Second Jailor:  Why not?

First Jailor:  Heresy is the Devil’s own mischief.  The less we know about it, the better.

Second Jailor: Yes (nodding).  Yes, no doubt you’re right.

First Jailor:  Oh, I’m right sure enough.  And I’ll tell you this: I shant feel safe, shant sleep sound, until I see the flames, hear the cries and know that fellow’s burning.