about eight o’clock
Just then the dawn broke , a glorious dawn , and Emlyn held out her arms to it in an ecstasy of gratitude . For with that light her terror passed away as the darkness passed . She believed that God had spoken to Cicely and for a while her heart was at peace . When about eight o'clock that morning the door was opened to allow a nun to bring them their food , she saw a sight which filled her with amazement . Her own eyes , poor woman , were red with tears , for , like all in the Priory , she loved Cicely , whom as a child she had nursed on her knee , and with the other sisters had spent a sleepless night in prayer for her , for Emlyn , and for Bridget , who was to be burned with them . She had expected to find the victims prostrate and perhaps senseless with fear , but behold ! there they sat together in the window-place , dressed in their best garments and talking quietly .