During the tumult which attended the retreat of the Templars, Rebecca saw and heard nothing⁠—she was locked in the arms of her aged father, giddy, and almost senseless, with the rapid change of circumstances around her. But one word from Isaac at length recalled her scattered feelings.

“Let us go,” he said, “my dear daughter, my recovered treasure⁠—let us go to throw ourselves at the feet of the good youth.”

“Not so,” said Rebecca, “O no⁠—no⁠—no⁠—I must not at this moment dare to speak to him⁠—Alas! I should say more than⁠—No, my father, let us instantly leave this evil place.”

“But, my daughter,” said Isaac, “to leave him who hath come forth like a strong man with his spear and shield, holding his life as nothing, so he might redeem thy captivity; and thou, too, the daughter of a people strange unto him and his⁠—this is service to be thankfully acknowledged.”