though to look, she came under the lantern so that its light fell full
upon her face, and, seeing nothing, once more took up her chant:

"Oh ye faithless, from the dead am I arisen."

"Look, look!" gasped Marcus, clutching Cyril by the arm. "Look! It is
Miriam, or her spirit."

Another instant and he, too, had come into the circle of the lamplight,
so that his eyes met the eyes of the singer. Now she saw him and, with a
little cry, sank senseless to the deck.

So the long story ended. Afterwards they learned that the tale which had
been brought to Rome of the loss of the ship _Luna_ was false. She had
met the great gale, indeed, but had sheltered from it in a harbour,
where the skill of her captain, Hector, brought her safely. Then she
made her way to Sicily, where she refitted, and so on to one of the
Grecian ports, in which she lay for eight weeks waiting for better
weather, till a favouring wind brought her somewhat slowly to
Alexandria, a port she won only two days before the galley of Marcus.
It would seem, therefore, that the vessel that had foundered in sight
of the _Imperatrix_ was either another ship also called the _Luna_, no
uncommon name, or that the mariners of the _Imperatrix_ had not heard
her title rightly. It may have been even that the dying sailor who told
it to them wandered in his mind, and forgetting how his last ship was
called, gave her some name with which he was familiar. At the least,
through the good workings of Providence, that _Luna_ which bore Miriam
and her company escaped the perils of the deep and in due time reached
the haven of Alexandria.

Before they parted that happy night all their tale was told. Miriam
learned how Caleb had kept the promise that he made to her, although
when he thought her dead his fierce and jealous heart would suffer him
to tell nothing of it to Marcus. She learned also how it came about that
Marcus had been saved from death at his own hand by Cyril and entered
the company of the Christian brotherhood. Very glad were both of them to
think in the after years that he had done this believing her to be lost
to him in death. Now none could say that he had changed his faith to win
a woman, nor could their own consciences whisper to them that this was
possible, though even at the time he knew it not.

So they understood how through their many trials, dangers, and
temptations all things had worked together for good to them.

On the morrow, there in the s