The superiors of the parabolani are to come up to me with the two prisoners, and the men who took them.' In a few minutes Philammon found himself, with some twenty others, in the great man's presence: he was sitting at his desk, writing, quietly, small notes on slips of paper.
'Here is the youth who helped me to pursue the murderer, and having outrun me, was attacked by the prisoners,' said Peter.

'My hands are clean from blood, I thank the Lord!' 'Three set on me with daggers,' said Philammon, apologetically, 'and I was forced to take this one's dagger away, and beat off the two others with it.' Cyril smiled, and shook his head.
'Thou art a brave boy; but hast thou not read, "If a man smite thee on one cheek, turn to him the other" ?' 'I could not run away, as Master Peter and the rest did.' 'So you ran away, eh?
my worthy friend ?' 'Is it not written,' asked Peter, in his blandest tone, "If they persecute you in one city, flee unto another" ?' Cyril smiled again.

'And why could not you run away, boy ?' Philammon blushed scarlet, but he dared not lie.

'There was a--a poor black woman, wounded and trodden down, and I dare not leave her, for she told me she was a Christian.' 'Right, my son, right.

I shall remember this.