They were found; help was coming.

From wish to wish hope flew as the twittering swallows fly.

They were found; they would be released.

And restoration would follow--restoration to all they had lost--home, society, property, son and brother! The scanty light glozed them with the glory of day, and, forgetful of pain and thirst and hunger, and of the menace of death, they sank upon the floor and cried, keeping fast hold of each other the while.
And this time they had not long to wait.

Gesius, the keeper, told his tale methodically, but finished it at last.