ᎤᎩᏨᏓ ᏑᎾᎴ ᏙᏓᏆᏍᎬ, ᎤᏗᏛᎮ ᏦᎯᏍᏙᏗ ᏚᎭᎾᏬᎡ, ᎤᏩᏌ ᏭᎶᏎ ᏗᎦᏚᎲ, ᎾᎥᏂ ᏭᎶᏎ ᎤᎾᎦᎰᏍᏔᏅᎢ ᏣᎦᏥᎶᏍᏔᏅ, ᎦᏲᏟ ᏚᎦᏒᏍᏕ ᎪᏍᏓ, ᏧᏂᎳᏫᎢᏍᏗ ᏭᎷᏣ ᎠᎬᏱ ᎤᎾᏅᏗ ᏭᏩᏁ, ᏐᏉ ᎢᏳᏪᏅᏍᏗ ᎢᎪᎯᏓ ᎤᏂᏂᎦᎸᎯ ᎤᎾᎦᏙᏍᏕ ᎠᏍᎪᎵ ᎣᎭᏁᎢᏣ.
The next morning, which was a Sunday, she got up and dressed in her best clothes and walked alone straight through town, past the grey and still-smoking ashes of her pyre and into the church, where she sat on the front pew with her face set and let the congregation all glare hatred at the back of her head for an hour.