“And I consented.  I let them persuade me.  I let mine eyes be blinded.  And now, whither shall I go?  I have denied my Lord.  I have sinned in His sight.  I have not taken up my cross and followed Him.  I have sought to save my life, and yet I had thought myself ready to follow Hun to the cross and the grave.”

“Like Peter,” spoke Freda softly.  “Yet the Lord looked upon him with tender love; and He forgave him freely and fully, and gave him special charge to strengthen the brethren, to feed the sheep and the lambs.  The Lord wore our mortal flesh.  He knows that it is weak.  He understands all.  Be not too much cast down, my Anthony.  Perchance in the past thou didst too much trust in thine own strength.  In the days to come let us look ever more and more to the Lord Himself.  He will first forgive, and then confirm His strength in us.”

“In us?  But thou hast ever been strong in faith,” spoke Anthony quickly.  “I can read it in thine eyes how that thou dost hold me weak and wavering.  Had it been thou who wast thus tried, I trow thou wouldst have stood firm.”

“Indeed I know not that, Anthony,” she answered earnestly, “and I dare not say that I did desire it of thee.  I was rent in twain by the struggle.  If, indeed, patience and tenderness are shown by those in authority to the sons they hold to be in error, then love should be met by love.  We must not rend the body of the Lord by needless strife and contention, if other and gentler means may with patience prevail.  We know that obedience and submission to the powers that be are enjoined upon us; yet we know that we must keep our conscience void of reproach.  It is hard, indeed, to judge; but let us always seek to take the highest path, and if we fall by reason of weakness in faith, in judgment, or in spirit, let us pray the more fervently for the Spirit of truth to guide us into all truth, and keep us pure within.”

They had been so earnestly talking that they had not heard the sound of steps and voices in the house, and started when the door was suddenly opened by young Fitzjames, who ushered in Garret and the monk Robert Ferrar.

Dalaber started to his feet.  He had seen both these former companions of his in the procession that morning, but not a word had been exchanged between them.  He stood gazing at them with a strange mixture of emotion.

“Anthony Dalaber, we have come to say farewell,” said Garret, whose thin, white face and the burning brightness of his eyes testified to the struggle through which his own spirit had passed.  “For the present the brotherhood is broken up; for the present the powers of the world are too strong for us; but the day will come when the truth shall be vindicated, when it shall shine forth as the sun in his strength, and we of the faith will be the first to welcome the rising rays.  Be not afraid; be not cast down.  The Lord will arise, and His enemies will be scattered.  And there is work for us all to do, to prepare for His appearing.  Let us not be weary in well doing.  Though we have bent our heads to the storm, yet we will lift them up with joy anon, knowing that redemption draweth nigh.  You believe that, Anthony Dalaber?”