But Bevis had come to her with a certain token that had been given to him by an English knight, who saved him from a fagot to which the ferocious Hospitaller Folko of Heydenbraten was about to condemn him.

It was but a ring, with an emerald in it, that Bevis knew to be sham, and not worth a groat.

Rebecca knew about the value of jewels too; but ah! she valued this one more than all the diamonds in Prester John's turban.

She kissed it; she cried over it; she wore it in her bosom always and when she knelt down at night and morning, she held it between her folded hands on her neck.

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