"They might. You know their ways much better than I do. But I suspect they would find a way of paying me back my revolver shots in kind--or worse--before I left the country. And even suppose I got safe out, and Shushan too, what would be the fate of the Meneshians? Would not sevenfold vengeance descend on them--which, even if _I_ could bear to think of--what of Shushan? There is another thing, though I scarce like to say it," Jack added in a different tone, and with a kind of relapse into boyishness: "all the people here, the Meneshians, the Vartonians and the rest--in some queer way I cannot explain--seem to cling to me. They give me far more credit than I deserve for the repulse of the Turks the other day, and somehow they fancy I can protect them. I suppose it is because I am an Englishman, come of fathers and mothers who have not been afraid--because they had nothing to be afraid of--for generation upon generation. So I want to stay, at all events, till this affair is over." "John Grayson, you are a brave lad," said Miss Celandine, stretching out her thin, worn hand to him. Jack took it with all reverence. What deeds of kindness and pity, and heroic beneficence that weak woman's hand had done! Like the people he dwelt amongst, he bowed over it, touching it with his lips and his forehead. Then he said, smiling, "But also I am a man now. If it please you, Miss Celandine, may I see my wife?" "Certainly. I will go and fetch her." In a few minutes Shushan entered. She had grown a little pale with the anxieties of the last days, but he thought she looked sweeter than ever. She had much to hear from him about her family, and about her father, of whom he was able to give her a hopeful report. An hour passed in earnest talk; but what each said to the other, neither told afterwards. When at last the moment of parting came, neither cared to think how long a parting it might be. Lip met lip, heart throbbed against heart. Shushan was the braver now. "You know, Shack," she said, "the cross of Christ was laid on us together. Nothing can keep us parted after that." "The cross laid on us together," Jack repeated; "indeed, it looks like it. But do not droop, my Lily. With God's help we will win through yet, and have a joyful ending to all our troubles." But something in his own heart gave the lie to his hopeful words, as he took one last lingering gaze, and sadly turned to go. "Yertaak paré," said Shushan softly. "Menaak paré," he responded, and went. FOOTNOTE: [4] Djanum="my soul." A common exclamation. Chapter XV DARK HOURS "Oh, Thou that dwellest in the heavens high, Above yon stars and beyond yon sky, Where the dazzling fields need no other light, Nor the sun by day, nor the moon by night; Though shining millions around Thee stand, For the sake of Him at Thy Right Hand, Think on the souls He died for here, Wandering in darkness, sorrow and fear!