Acting on my advice, we closed the door with a heavy beam and put out the fire.
The child began to cry, but Mariora took it in her arms and soothed it to sleep.

A heavy groan sounded from a corner of the room: it was the faithful beast breathing forth his last breath.

We exchanged not another word in order not to betray the fact that Mariora was not alone.

Half an hour had nearly elapsed when we heard footsteps in the distance approaching.

We listened.