For an instant all sacrifices appeared easy, all burdens light.
She could send him out to death unfaltering.

One of those sublime moods in which martyrdom seems glorious filled and possessed her.

She took away her clinging arms from his neck, and said, "Go,--whether it be for life or for death; whether you come back to me or go up to God; I am willing--glad--to yield you to such a cause." It was finished.

There was nothing more to be said.

Both had climbed the mount of sacrifice, and sat still with God.
After a while the cool gray dawn stole into their room.