As she knelt there the grave voice of her grandfather spoke behind her, bidding her rise.
"Child," he said, "it is true.

True is it also that signs and wonders happened after the death of that false Messiah, and that for me and mine He left a curse behind Him which it may well be is not done with yet.

I know your faith, and I have promised to let you follow it in peace.

Yet I beseech of you, do not make prayers to your God here in public, where with malefactors He suffered as a malefactor, lest others less tolerant should see you and drag you to your father's death." Miriam bowed her head and returned to the camp, nor at that time did any further words pass between them on this matter of her religion.
Thenceforward, however, she was careful to do nothing which could bring suspicion on her grandfather.
Four days later they came to the rich and beautiful city of Tyre, and Miriam saw the sea upon which she had been born.

Hitherto, she had fancied that its waters were much like those of the Dead Lake, upon whose shores she had dwelt so many years; but when she perceived the billows rushing onwards, white-crested, to break in thunder against the walls of island Tyre, she clapped her hands with joy.