"I wish you hadn't told me," cried the young man, greatly agitated.
"That is a weak thing to say. I told you purposely, so that you may develop faith and patience. Can you not trust me?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
"Then show it by waiting quietly here until I tell you to return to Tremore, my friend. This is the time of preparation to meet and baffle the trouble I warned you against. Stand in the strength of Christ and not in your own strength. He never fails those who trust in Him. To-morrow morning you must come with me to early celebration. By partaking of the Body and Blood of The Blessed One"—Eberstein made the sign of the cross—"you will gain the necessary strength to stand up bravely against the Powers of Darkness."
"Narvaez?"
Eberstein bowed his stately head. "God pity him and save him," he murmured, with infinite compassion.
[CHAPTER XV]
THE TRANCE