The night was very cold and he shivered once more, as he stood there waiting.

The night was so dark that the cathedral was almost a formless bulk.

But above it, the light in the slender lantern shone like a friendly star.

While he looked the great bell of Santa Maria de Guadalupe in the western tower began to chime, and presently the smaller bell of Dona Maria in the eastern tower joined.

It was a mellow song they sung and they sang fresh courage into the young fugitive's veins.