Scarcely any one was left behind: even the good bishop was afraid to stay and face the danger, and it seemed as if Christ would have no one to fight on His side against the evil company.
But when morning came, and the furious Dacian discovered that every one had fled, he sent his soldiers to search and bring any who might remain hidden in the city, that he might wreak his vengeance on them.
And among the few that were left they brought to him the little maid Faith. She was only a little child, but she did not know what fear meant.
'You cannot hurt me,' she said, looking at the cruel, angry faces around her, 'because I am not yours, but God's.'
And then she signed herself with the sign of the cross, and with bent head prayed:
'Lord Jesus, teach my lips to answer their questions aright, so that I may do Thee no dishonour.'
Then Dacian looked in anger at the child standing there with clasped hands and steadfast eyes, and asked her roughly:
'What is thy name?'
'My name is Faith,' the little maid replied with gentle courtesy.
'And what God dost thou serve?' asked the cruel governor.