"Come again this evening," she repeated, taking up the water, and starting for the tomb.
Amrah waited kneeling until they had disappeared; then she took the road sorrowfully home.
In the evening she returned; and thereafter it became her custom to serve them in the morning and evening, so that they wanted for nothing needful.

The tomb, though ever so stony and desolate, was less cheerless than the cell in the Tower had been.

Daylight gilded its door, and it was in the beautiful world.

Then, one can wait death with so much more faith out under the open sky..