For me, friends are murdered, defenders are distant, possessions are lost.

The God of the Christian priests has abandoned us to danger and deserted us in woe.

It is for me to end the struggle for us both.

Our last refuge has been in this place--our sepulchre shall be here as well!' With one last look at the cold and comfortless sky, she advanced to the very edge of the lake's precipitous bank.

Already the child was raised in her arms, and her body bent to accomplish successfully the fatal spring, when a sound in the east--faint, distant, and fugitive--caught her ear.