the Libyan turned to descend again; then,
by an afterthought, pushed at the door. To her surprise it stirred.
Again she pushed, and it swung open. Within was a large chamber, lighted
by loopholes pierced in the thickness of the wall, for the use of
archers. Now, however, it served no military purpose, but was used as a
storehouse by a merchant of grain, for there in a corner lay a heap of
many measures of barley, and strewn about the floor were sacks of skin
and other articles.

Nehushta examined the room. No hiding-place could be better--unless the
merchant chanced to come to visit his store. Well, that must be risked.
Down she sped, and with much toil and difficulty carried her still
swooning mistress up the steps and into the chamber, where she laid her
on a heap of sacks.

Again, by an afterthought, she ventured to descend, this time to fetch
the broken jar of water. Then she closed the door, setting it fast with
a piece of wood, and began to chafe Rachel's hands and to sprinkle her
face from the jar. Presently the dark eyes opened and her mistress sat
up.

"Is it over, and is this Paradise?" she murmured.

"I should not call the place by that name, lady," answered Nehushta,
drily, "though perhaps, in contrast with the hell that we have left,
some might think it so. Drink!" and she held the water to her lips.

Rachel obeyed her eagerly. "Oh! it is good," she said. "But how came we
here out of that rushing crowd?"

Before she answered, muttering "After the mistress, the maid," Nehushta
swallowed a deep draught of water in her turn, which, indeed, she needed
sorely. Then she told her all.

"Oh! Nou," said Rachel, "how strong and brave you are! But for you I
should be dead."

"But for God, you mean, mistress, for I hold that He sent that
knife-point home."

"Did you kill the man?" asked Rachel.

"I think that he died by a dagger-thrust as Anna foretold," she answered
evasively; "and that reminds me that I had better clean the knife, since
blood on the blade is evidence against its owner." Then drawing the
dagger from its hiding-place she rubbed it with dust, which she took
from a loop-hole, and polished it bright with a piece of hide.

Scarcely was this task accomplished to Nehushta's satisfaction when her
quick ears caught a sound.

"For your life, be silent," she whispered, and laid her face sideways
to a crack in the cement floor and listened. Well might she listen, for
below were three soldiers sea