Then having prayed according to her custom, she laid herself down and slept as a child sleeps, for she was very strong of will and one who had always taught herself to make the best of evil fortune.

When she woke the daws were cawing around the tower and the sun shone through the loopholes.

She rose refreshed and ate the remainder of her bread, then combed her hair and dressed herself as best she could.
Two or three hours later the door was opened and her father entered.
Glancing at him she saw that little sleep had visited him that night, for he looked old and very weary, so weary that she motioned to him to sit upon the stool.

This he did, breathing heavily and muttering something about the steepness of the tower stairs.

Presently he spoke.
"Eve," he said, "is your proud spirit broken yet ?" "No," she answered, "nor ever will be, living or dead! You may kill my body, but my spirit is me, and that you will never kill.