“What food hast thou?”
“Yet half a loaf, and a cruse nearly filled with water.”
“It is all thou mayst get till my lord return. He has taken the keys. Use it sparingly.”
For a moment there was silence, then a calm voice replied:
“He who fed Elijah by the ministry of the ravens will not fail me.”
“But if Sir Drogo be absent many days thou mayst starve.”
“Though he slay me, yet will I put my trust in him.”
“I do believe he will be saved, by a miracle if needs be,” muttered the man. “The saints will never let him starve, he is one of them.”
The second day passed, and Martin’s bread and cruse yet held out. But his gaoler was very uneasy, and wandered about the dark passages like a restless spirit. Neither could he help breathing his despair to Martin, as hours passed away and no messenger returned from Drogo with the key.
But the answer from the captive was always full of hope.