It was only when she was involved in evil, like an angel in hell (a wolfs arm round her throat and a snake curled over her feet), that she seemed to be dreaming, not living.

It was incredible to her that such things should be reality.

Yet even the dream called the hidden powers of her soul into action.

In realising these as against evil she is not the dreamer.

Her fortitude is unbroken; her moral courage never fails, though she is familiar with fear; her action, when the babe has leaped in her womb, is prompt, decisive and immediate; her physical courage, when her husband overtakes her and befouls her honour, is like a man's.
She seizes his sword and would have slain the villain.