“Take it,” said Orteguilla.
He did so; whereupon the page assisted her to the floor.
“We are almost there,—almost,” he said, cheerfully. “Have you kept count of the prayers? Let me see the beads.”
She held out the rosary.
“Ten beads more,—ten prayers yet. The Mother is with us. Courage!”
Then of the slave he asked,—
“How is the day without?”
“There is not a cloud in the sky.”
“Is it morning or evening?”
“About midday.”