Marcus began to pour out his thanks.

“Thank me not,” interrupted Cyril, “for what is at once my duty and my joy.”

“Friend Cyril,” said Marcus, “the maid is in great danger.  I have just learned that Domitian’s spies hunt through Rome to find her, who, when she is found, will be spirited to his palace and a fate that you can guess.  She must escape from Rome.  Let her fly to Tyre, where she has friends and property.  There, if she lies hid a while, she will be molested by none.”

The bishop shook his head.

“I have thought of it,” he said, “but it is scarcely possible.  The officers at every port have orders to search all ships that sail with passengers, and detain any woman on them who answers to the description of her who was called Pearl-Maiden.  This I know for certain, for I also have my officers, more faithful perhaps than those of Caesar,” and he smiled.

“Is there then no means to get her out of Rome and across the sea?”

“I can think of only one, which would cost more money than we poor Christians can command.  It is that a ship be bought in the name of some merchant and manned with sailors who can be trusted, such as I know how to find.  Then she could be taken aboard at night, for on such a vessel there would be no right of search nor any to betray.”

“Find the ship and trusty men and I will find the money,” said Marcus, “for I still have gold at hand and the means of raising more.”

“I will make inquiries,” answered Cyril, “and speak with you further on the matter.  Indeed it is not necessary that you should give this money, since such a ship and her cargo, if she comes there safely, should sell at a great profit in the Eastern ports.  Meanwhile have no fear; in the protection of God and her brethren the maid is safe.”

“I hope so,” said Marcus devoutly.  “Now, if you have the time to spare, tell me of this God of whom you Christians speak so much but who seems so far away from man.”

“But who, in the words of the great apostle, my master, in truth is not far from any one of us,” answered Cyril.  “Now hearken, and may your heart be opened.”

Then he began his labour of conversion, reasoning till the sun sank and it was time for the prison gates to close.

“Come to me again,” said Marcus as they parted, “I would hear more.”

“Of Miriam or of my message?” asked Cyril with a smile.

“Of both,” answered Marcus.

Four days went by before Cyril returned.  They were heavy days for Marcus, since on the morrow of the bishop’s visit he had learned that as Saturius had foretold, Vespasian refused to consider his case, saying that it must abide the decision of Titus when he came back to Rome.  Meanwhile, he commanded that the accused officer should remain in prison, but that no judgment should issue against him.  Here, then, Marcus was doomed to lie, fretting out his heart like a lion in a cage.