He said, eagerly-- "You do not speak; be good to me, and tell me--there will be no other punishment?
Prithee tell me there is no fear of that." They tried to change the topic, but his fears were aroused, and he pursued it-- "Will they scourge thee?
No, no, they would not be so cruel! Say they would not.

Come, they WILL not, will they ?" The women betrayed confusion and distress, but there was no avoiding an answer, so one of them said, in a voice choked with emotion-- "Oh, thou'lt break our hearts, thou gentle spirit!--God will help us to bear our--" "It is a confession!" the King broke in.

"Then they WILL scourge thee, the stony-hearted wretches! But oh, thou must not weep, I cannot bear it.

Keep up thy courage--I shall come to my own in time to save thee from this bitter thing, and I will do it!" When the King awoke in the morning, the women were gone.
"They are saved!" he said, joyfully; then added, despondently, "but woe is me!--for they were my comforters." Each of them had left a shred of ribbon pinned to his clothing, in token of remembrance.

He said he would keep these things always; and that soon he would seek out these dear good friends of his and take them under his protection.
Just then the jailer came in with some subordinates, and commanded that the prisoners be conducted to the jail-yard.