Zenobia mounted one, waved a final adieu to Manasseh, and rode away with her attendant toward Bedelloe.
"Come, sir," said the gipsy, touching Manasseh's elbow, "let us set about what she told us to do.

You go into the church and get Diurbanu's horse while I go and find the rider.

You have two pistols and a dagger.
What, don't you want them?
Then give them to me." The fiddler was proud to find himself so well armed.

He made a belt of the cords he had brought with him from the cellar, and stuck the weapons into it.
"Now we must hurry," he urged, "or the people will be coming back." While Manasseh made his way to the church, his companion hastened in search of Diurbanu.

The little man had sharp eyes and keen wits.