“A woman’s question? I’ll tell thee all some other time. I hear approaching voices.”
“Tell me just a little more now; do?”
“Are the wounded all attended properly? Mercy first, stories and sermons after.”
“Ah, here come my brothers. I’ll inquire;” and away ran Miriamne to a group of youths, singing a roundelay, of which she caught but a few lines;
“Jew and Gentile, Christian, Turk,
Equally shall share our work.
For Adolphus’ good
We’d shed our blood,
For we have joined the balsam band,
To cure all troubles in our land.