What I have said, I have said." "I am a man of peace," Nebsecht stammered, "And my white robe protects me.

But I believe our patient is awake." The physician rose, and entered the hut.
Uarda's pretty head lay on her grandmother's lap, and her large blue eyes turned contentedly on the priest.
"She might get up and go out into the air," said the old woman.

"She has slept long and soundly." The surgeon examined her pulse, and her wound, on which green leaves were laid.
"Excellent," he said; "who gave you this healing herb ?" The old woman shuddered, and hesitated; but Uarda said fearlessly; "Old Hekt, who lives over there in the black cave." "The witch!" muttered Nebsecht.

"But we will let the leaves remain; if they do good, it is no matter where they came from." "Hekt tasted the drops thou didst give her," said the old woman, "and agreed that they were good." "Then we are satisfied with each other," answered Nebsecht, with a smile of amusement.

"We will carry you now into the open air, little maid; for the air in here is as heavy as lead, and your damaged lung requires lighter nourishment." "Yes, let me go out," said the girl.