"And did he serve you in the name of his Prophet ?" she whispered.
"He saved my life in the name of his Christ, but was tender of me in thy name," he replied.
"His is a sweet apostasy," she ventured bravely, "if it be his apostasy that made him kind.

And I--I owe him much, that he repaired that for which I feel at fault." He smiled at her and stroked her hand once, soothingly.
"Let us not remember blames or injury.

It damages my happiness.

But of this apostasy that the shepherd preached me.

I passed the stones of the Palace of Antipas to-day, a ruin, black and shapeless.