So they left her to her fate, and the sea rose.

Silently, quietly, stealthily it crept on, till her arms, her shoulders, her neck were covered, and then soon after the wave came which carried her into the presence of her Lord.

Then they pleaded with the girl, they tried to make her change, they used every argument likely to move her, but all in vain.

She was strong in soul, strong and mighty, so strong that death itself could not make her flinch.

Still the sea crept on, still the water rose, and still they tried to make her deny her Lord.