“Bring her along,” he commanded; “some one at least shall pay for our disappointment.”
CHAPTER XVII.
THE FIRST FLOWER.
Pancratius urged the blind messenger to save herself too. “No,” she replied, “my office is to watch the door, and guide the faithful safe.”
“But the enemy may seize you.”
“No matter,” she answered, laughing; “my being taken may save much worthier lives. Give me a lamp, Pancratius.”
“Why, you cannot see by it,” observed he, smiling.
“True, but others can.”
“They may be your enemies.”
“Even so,” she answered, “I do not wish to be taken in the dark. If my Bridegroom come to me in the night of this cemetery, must He not find me with my lamp trimmed?”