After this sleep came to her, who was tired out and the worst being at hand, had nothing more to fear.

For four or five hours she rested sweetly, dreaming that she was a child again, gathering flowers on the banks of Jordan in the spring season, till, at length, a sound caused her to awake.

She looked up to see Benoni standing before her.
"What is it, grandfather ?" she asked.
"Oh! my daughter," groaned the wretched old man, "I am come here at some risk, for because of you and for other reasons they suspect me, those wolf-hearted men, to bid you farewell and to ask your pardon." "Why should you ask my pardon, grandfather?
Seeing things as they see them, the sentence is just enough.

I am a Christian, and--if you would know it--I did, as I hope, save the life of Marcus, for which deed my own is forfeit." "How ?" he asked.
"That, grandfather, I will not tell you." "Tell me, and save yourself.

There is little chance that they will take him, since the Jews have been driven from the Old Tower." "The Jews might re-capture the tower, and I will not tell you.