sited a female prisoner: "We find her here!"
And when he had ascertained with whom the child had come hither at so
late an hour, he turned again to his colleague and added in a low voice:
"The wife and daughter of Rufinus! Just so: I have long had my eye
on these Greeks. In church once or twice every year!--Melchites in
disguise! Allied with this Melchite! And this is the school in which
the Mukaukas' granddaughter is growing up! An abominable trick! Benjamin
judged rightly, as he always did!" Then, in a subdued voice, he asked:
"Shall we take her away with us at once?" But, as the deacon made
objections, he hastily replied: "You are right; for the present it is
enough that we know where she is to be found."
The warder meanwhile had opened Paula's cell; before the bishop went in
he spoke a few kind words to the child, asking her whether she did not
long to see her mother; and when Mary replied: "Very often!" he stroked
her hair with his bony hand and said:
"So I thought.--You have a pretty name, child, and you, like your
mother, will perhaps ere long dedicate your life to the Blessed among
women, whose name you bear." And, holding the little girl by the hand,
he entered the cell. While Paula looked in amazement at the prelate who
came so late a visitor, Joanna and Pulcheria recognized him as the brave
ecclesiastic who had so valiantly opposed the old sage and the misled
populace, and they bowed with deep reverence. This the bishop observed,
and came to the conclusion that these Greeks perhaps after all belonged
to his Church. At any rate, the child might safely be left in their care
a few days longer.
After he had exchanged a few cordial words with them the widow prepared
to withdraw, and was about to take leave when he went up to her and
announced that he would pay her a visit the next day or the day after;
that he wished to speak with her of matters involving the happiness
of one who was dear to them both, and Dame Joanna, believing that he
referred to Paula, whispered:
"She has no idea as yet of the terrible fate the people have in store
for her. If possible, spare her the fearful truth before she sleeps this
night."
"If possible," repeated the prelate. Then, as Mary kissed his hand
before leaving, he drew her to him and said: "Like the Infant Christ,
every Christian child is the Mother's. You, Mary, are chosen before
thousands! The Lord took your father to himself as a martyr; your mother
has dedicate
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