“Celestina,” he said, “thou art moved beyond what thy venial fault requires.  Forgive thyself as freely as I forgive thee.”

“Thou knowest not all my sin,” she answered, “nor dare I trust it to the air, lest my own words should strike me dead. Sancta Maria, ora pro nobis!”

When the Knight left the room, she fell upon her knees before the crucifix and buried her face in her hands.  She remained in this position for perhaps a quarter of an hour, during which time only an occasional sob escaped her, and then rising, passed into an inner chamber.

As for Sir Christopher, neither did he make his appearance until late in the afternoon, when he emerged from the house in the company of the soldier Joy and the Indian, whom he called Mesandowit.  The course they took was in a northerly direction, and as they proceeded, the Knight was engaged in earnest conversation with the Indian.  In this manner they went on long after the sun had set, even until the position of the stars announced that the hour of midnight was at hand.  There must have been some danger to the savage feared by the Knight to induce him to lend his escort thus far.  But they met nothing to excite apprehension.  Silence reigned throughout the unviolated forest, unbroken save by the cry of a night bird, or the stealthy step of some wild beast stealing through the thickets, or the cracking of dry branches under their own feet, or their murmured conversation.  It was at least six hours since they left the house of the Knight, and the distance passed over could not be less than eighteen or twenty miles.  The three stopped, and, before parting, it seemed that the Knight was desirous of impressing more strongly on the mind of his red companion something which he had already been urging.

“Has what I have said sunk into the ears of Mesandowit?” he asked.

“It has sunk very deep, even as a stone when it falls into the great salt lake.”

“Will he remember the place?”

“He will remember it.  Mesandowit once took two scalps there.”

Self-possessed as in general was Sir Christopher, the reply startled him; but the association in the mind of the savage was too obvious to excite alarm long, and it was without feeling any he replied.  He thought proper, however, to remind the Indian of the friendly relation he stood in to his tribe and of the favor he had done them.

“The Sagamore and his Paniese,” he said, “who brought the defiance of the Taranteens to the English, have returned safe to their people.  Let not the Taranteens forget when I come to visit them that they spoke through my mouth, and that I stood between them and the anger of sachem Winthrop.”

The Taranteens never forget.  Mesandowit will tell them how Soog-u-gest flew to Shawmut, when Mesandowit, of the swift foot, brought a message from the sachems of the Taranteens, that they desired him to take care of the two warriors who brought the red arrows tied up with a snake skin as a present to Owanux.  The Taranteens are a great people and forget not a benefit.”