Yet night by night she prayed for him, and morn by morn his face arose before her half-awakened eyes.

Where was he?
What was he doing?
For aught she knew he might be dead.

Nay, for then, surely, her heart would have warned her.

Still, she craved for tidings, and alas! there were none.
At length tidings did come--the best of tidings.

One day, wearying of the house, with the permission of her grandfather, and escorted by servants, Miriam had gone to walk in the gardens that he owned to the north of that part of the city on the mainland, which was called Palaetyrus.