Hark! they are calling you.
Farewell, and all blessings be on your gentle heads." Again the loud voices of the guards called, and Sister Mary turned and fled, wondering if these women were not witches, how it came about that they could be so brave, so different from poor Bridget, who wailed and moaned in her cell below.
Cicely and Emlyn ate their food with good appetite, knowing that they would need support that day, and when it was done sat themselves again by the window-place, through which they could see hundreds of people, mounted and on foot, passing up the slope that led to the green in front of the Abbey, though this green they could not see because of a belt of trees.
"Listen," said Emlyn presently.

"It is hard to say, but it may be that your vision of the night was but a merciful dream, and, if so, within a few hours we shall be dead.

Now I have the secret of the hiding-place of those jewels, which, without me, none can ever find; shall I pass it on, if I get the chance, to one whom I can trust?
Some good soul--the nuns, perhaps--will surely shelter your boy, and he might need them in days to come." Cicely thought a while, then answered-- "Not so, Emlyn.

I believe that God has spoken to me by His angel, as He spoke to Peter in the prison.

To do this would be to tempt God, showing that we have no trust in Him.