Basil did so, turned his face away, and bade them leave him alone.
What was that memory at the back of his mind?
In the effort to draw it forth he ground his teeth together, dug his nails into his hands.

At moments he forgot why he was wretched, and, starting up, strained his eyes into the darkness, until he saw the face of Sagaris and heard him speaking.
For a while he slept; but dreadful dreams soon awoke him, and, remembering where he was, he shook with horror.

Low sounds fell upon his ear, movements, he thought, in the black night.

He would have shouted to his men, but shame kept him mute.

He crossed himself and prayed to the Virgin; then, raising his eyes, he saw through the broken roof a space of sky in which a star shone brilliantly.