to be treacherous, you can easily rid yourself of her—a fawn's neck is soon slit.'
'He was vile himself,' she said hastily, with sternness in her eyes. 'What think you he did? He stole the gold cups and platters—theirs. I was glad when I learned he was taken.'
'Can you be so cruel?' said the refugee with a little look of wonder and fear.
'I do not see that I am cruel; he was a traitor and a thief. If I let you stay, will the place be sacred to you?'
'You and it, that I swear.'
'Stay then,' said Musa, with calm unconcern.
It did not occur to her that he was a man, and young; her innocence was too grand a thing for that.
'You did not do the crime they took you for?' she asked him with a long, grave look into his face.
'No; that also I swear. I was guiltless as you.'
She felt that his answer was the truth.
'What was the crime?'
'I was accused of the murder of my mistress.'
'Ah!'—she drew a deep breath; it did
