And Blandina, the maiden, who, tortured, bleeding, mangled, still persisted in her declaration, "I am a Christian! Among us no wickedness is committed," came to Timokles' mind.

His thoughts turned to the martyr Christians of four years ago at Carthage, and he remembered the words of one of those Christians: "We will die joyfully for Christ our Lord." Timokles prayed long and fervently.

His heart went back to his beloved Alexandrian home.

Heaven would be sweet, but would his dear ones ever know the only way there?
Would they ever accept Jesus Christ as their Savior?
"O Lord, help Heraklas to know thee!" prayed Timokles with dropping tears.
Nothing did Timokles know of the roll of the Book of the Christians, the papyrus that had swung from the palm tree in the court at home! Something made him turn his head.

He started, for he saw, stretched out toward him from beneath the black tent, an arm.