Let us pray before we start.

We may have no time, there." And, standing with upturned face, she prayed earnestly for protection.
"Lead us, O God," she concluded, "through the strife and turmoil; as Thou didst the holy men of old, through the dangers of the lions and the furnace.

But if it be Thy will that we should die, then do we commend our souls to Thee; in the sure faith that we are but passing through death into life.
"Now I am ready," she said, turning to Philip.
"You cannot go like this, Mademoiselle Claire," Pierre said reverently.

"Of what good would that disguise be to you, when your face would betray you in the darkest street?
You must ruffle your hair, and pull that hood over your face, so as to hide it as much as possible." The girl walked across to a mirror.
[Illustration: Philip, Claire and Pierre disguise themselves.] "I would I could take my sword, Pierre," said Philip.
"Take it, sir.

Strap it boldly round your waist.