He dropped on his knees, and when the others did the same, he poured out his soul in grateful thanks.
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Two days later those who were with him rode into Worms—all save Mary Engel, who remained in the mill. As the horses crossed the bridge at the city gate they turned to look back on the road they had travelled, and their faces were lit up with the glory of the evening sun.
"At evening time it shall be light," said Tyndale softly, and, shaking his horse's rein, he rode along the street after asking the warden of the gate where they would find the home of Doctor Martin Luther.
It was early next morning when Luther and Tyndale gave their benediction, and Margaret and Herman were married in the church where Luther preached.
Half an hour later the forester was in the saddle, ready to ride back to Mary, and his eyes were twinkling with mirth, and his face had never been broader with smiles.
He called Herman to him when he had said "Good-bye" to all the others. Bending in his saddle, while his dog was waiting, impatient to be gone, he put out his hand.
"Shake it, Herman, and in the dear Lord's name wish me joy!"
Herman gazed into his face, wondering at it.
"What for?"