ten o’clock
At its first ray Martin awoke much refreshed , for even there his health and weariness had brought sleep to him . Foy also awoke , stiff and sore , but in his right mind and very hungry . Then Martin found the loaves and the stockfish , and they filled themselves , washing down the meal with water , after which he dressed Foy 's wounds , making a poultice for them out of the crumb of the bread , and doctored his own bruises as best he could . It must have been ten o'clock or later when again the doors were opened , and men appeared who commanded that they should follow them . `` One of us ca n't walk , '' said Martin ; `` still , perhaps I can manage , '' and , lifting Foy in his arms as though he had been a baby , he passed with the jailers out of the den , down the stair , and into the court-room . Here , seated behind a table , they found Ramiro and the little , squeaky-voiced , red-faced Inquisitor . `` Heaven above us ! ''