He heard a sweet voice speaking to him; he heard the very words used.
"Be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life." Suddenly he threw back his head and said: "In a good and righteous cause I would face death gladly without shrinking." The keen, flashing eyes were fixed full upon his face.

The clear voice spoke on in terse, emphatic phrases.
"Be sure of thyself, Anthony Dalaber.

Put not thy hand to the plough only to turn back.

So far thou art safe.

But I have come to do a work here that is charged with peril.