"Heliodore and her father sailed an hour after sunset and are now safe upon the sea, bound for Egypt." "Then I was right! When Irene told me she was dead she lied." "Aye, if she said that she lied, though thrice she has striven to murder her, I have no time to tell you how, but was always baffled by those who watched.

Yet she might have succeeded at last, so, although Heliodore fought against it, it was best that she should go.

Those who are parted may meet again; but how can we meet one who is dead until we too are dead ?" "How did she go ?" "Smuggled from the city disguised as a boy attending on a priest, and that priest her father shorn of his beard and tonsured.

The Bishop Barnabas passed them out in his following." "Then blessings on the Bishop Barnabas," I said.
"Aye, blessings on him, since without his help it could never have been done.

The secret agents at the port stared hard at those two, although the good bishop vouched for them and gave their names and offices.
Still, when they saw some rough-looking fellows dressed like sailors approach, playing with the handles of their knives, the agents thought well to ask no more questions.