Be still, be silent.

Behind you stand those who will not permit you to flee, but who will conduct you hence as if they were your own attendants if you do but follow me, as you needs must, without cry or resistance.' Aurelia turned and saw a number of figures whom the dim light showed to be men with weapons.

A moan of anguish escaped her lips.

Clinging to her in terrified silence, Veranilda seemed about to sink to the ground.
'Our way,' pursued the priest, who was now revealed as neither old nor infirm, 'is down to the harbour.

Not far from here a litter awaits you; summon your strength for the short effort over rugged ground.