"I have brought them!" said Noémi when she saw him. Her eye was flashing with pleasure. "See—they are all here."
"Did your father surrender them?"
She laughed. "I bought them. I paid the ransom."
"You! Where did you get the money?"
"See." She exposed her arm with the red cross. "I won my spurs. I robbed the Jew. Now you do not think so ill of me, say that." She leaned from her horse to look into his eyes.
He averted his face.
"I thank you for the men. I hate the deed."
"The man was but a Jew!" pleaded Noémi.
"And a robbery is but a robbery," answered Jean.
The girl bit her lips and frowned.