Quickly they lifted Daniel into the daylight. Not a scratch was found on him anywhere.
Then the king ordered the plotters to be brought to the den immediately.
“You laid a trap for my faithful servant, Daniel,” cried the king to them, “and have walked into it yourselves. The fate you intended for him is reserved for you. What have you to say?”
But they could say nothing, save to beg for mercy.
“Away with them to the lions!” ordered the king.
Whene’er a noble deed is wrought,
Whene’er is spoken a noble thought,
Our hearts, in glad surprise,
To higher levels rise.