"Thy slaves will hear thee!" The mother seized the messenger's arm.
"Tell me where my sons are," she begged.

"I will go to them!" The messenger looked piercingly at her.

He, a Christian, had risked much to bring her this message.

Dare he trust this woman, known to be a devout worshiper of Egypt's gods?
Would she not betray the fleeing Christians?
"What is it, my mother ?" he asked gently .-- See page 37.
"Tell me where my sons are!" besought the mother with tears.

"Oh, tell me! I cannot lose them! What is my home to me without them?
I will not betray any Christian! Only tell me; and let me see my sons again!" Then the messenger saw in the mother's eyes that she spoke truthfully, but he said, "How can I trust thee ?" "I swear by Isis!" implored the mother.
"Nay," returned, the messenger gravely, "it is not meet that a Christian should bind any one by a heathen oath." The mother cried out, and besought him, declaring that she would depart from Alexandria, if her sons could not dwell there.
"They cannot, except they risk death," stated the messenger "Thou knowest Timokles' life is forfeit.