“Then you will be saved when the hour comes. They only go down with us who are untrue. All true hearts have to-morrows.”
The moon ascended higher, and her light, more resplendent, heightened the effect of the blackness of the rising cloud. The lightnings became more vivid, the thunder more distinct.
“You are sure that your heart is true?” said the maiden.
“By the Cross, it is true.”
“Then I have a duty to do. Follow me.”
She rose and walked towards the hill from which Lek had come. Lek followed her. As he passed out of the town the bell sounded: it was the hour of eleven.
The people stopped in the streets as before, waving their hands, and crying,—
“Good men, all, good women, all, hurry! The hour is near. Good men, all, good women, all, hurry!”
