If he attempts it, he will be captured and put to death." Laodice clasped her hands, while drop by drop the color left her face.
"In God's name," she whispered, "what will become of me ?" Amaryllis made no answer.
"Can--can I not go out ?" Laodice asked presently, depending entirely on the Greek as adviser.
"You can--but to what fortune?
Perhaps--" She stopped a moment.

"No," she continued, "you have never been in a camp.

No; you can not go out." "What, then, am I to do ?" Laodice cried with increasing alarm.
Amaryllis shrugged her shoulders.
"I can advise with John," she said.

"Doubtless he will allow you to remain here until you can provide yourself with other shelter." Laodice heard this cold sentence with a chill of fear that was new to her.

Faint pictures of hunger and violence, terrifying in the extreme, confronted her.