This had taken place in the afternoon, and the Christian had further learned that the prisoners would be led to the harbor two hours before sunset. This was the truth, and yet the infamous Zminis had assured the emperor, at noon, that their father and Philip were already far on their way to Sardinia. The worthless Egyptian had, then, lied to the emperor; and it would most likely cost the scoundrel his neck. But for this, there would have been time enough next day. What had brought him there at so late an hour was the desire to prevent the departure of the galley; for John had heard, from the Christian harbor-watch that the anchor was not yet weighed. The ship could therefore only get out to sea at sunrise; the chain that closed the harbor would not be opened till then. If the order to stop the galley came much after daybreak, she would certainly be by that time well under way, and their father and Philip might have succumbed to the hard rowing before a swift trireme could overtake and release them. Melissa had listened to this information with mixed feelings. She had perhaps precipitated her father and brother into misery in order to save herself; for a terrible fate awaited the state-prisoners at the oars. And what could she do, an ignorant child, who was of so little use? Andreas had told her that it was the duty of a Christian and of every good man, if his neighbor's welfare were concerned, to sacrifice his own fortunes; and for the happiness and lives of those dearest to her--for they, of all others, were her "neighbors"--she felt that she could do so. Perhaps she might yet succeed in repairing the mischief she had done when she had allowed the emperor to sleep without giving one thought to her father. Instead of waking him, she had misused her new power over her brother, and, by preventing his speaking, had perhaps frustrated the rescue of her people. But idle lamenting was of as little use here as at any other time; so she resolutely drew her veil closer round her head and called to her brother, "Wait here till I return!" "What are you going to do?" asked Alexander, startled. "I am going back to the invalid," she explained, decisively. On this her brother seized her arm, and, wildly excited, forbade this step in the name of his father. But at his vehement shout, "I will not allow it!" she struggled to free herself, and cried out to him: "And you? Did not you, whose life is a thousand times more important than mine, of your own free-will go into captivity and to death in order to save our father?" "It was for my sake that he had been robbed of his freedom," interrupted Alexander; but she added, quickly: "And if I had not thought only of myself, the command to release him and Philip would by this time have been at the harbor. I am going." Alexander then took his hand from her arm, and exclaimed, as if urged by some internal force, "Well, then, go!"