A King of Tyre: A Tale of the Times of Ezra and NehemiahLudlow, James M. (James Meeker)
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A King of Tyre: A Tale of the Times of Ezra and Nehemiah
Ludlow, James M. (James Meeker)
Jewish fiction; Jews -- History -- 586 B.C.-70 A.D. -- Fiction; Tyre (Lebanon) -- Fiction
Malachi did not stop to parley with them, but turned in at the door of
Ioiada.
"If he will side with us, we will drive out the governor," said one.
"Or dip him in Hezekiah's Pool," said another.
An hour later Malachi reappeared, and with him Manasseh. The young mob
went wild with enthusiasm at the prospective alliance. But Malachi
parted with Manasseh at the door.
To the surprise of the crowd the latter addressed them, thanking them
for their show of personal friendship, but counselling peace.
"We shall be wiser to-morrow than we are to-day. The interests of young
Israel need cooler heads than ours are now. The bigotry of the
governor's party cannot last. The tide is strong at the moment--too
strong for us to beat back--but it will turn speedily. Then we will be
strong with it. One shout for young Israel, then let's go home and
wait!"
The shout was given with a will. "Nicaso salutes you and invites you
all to the palace of Samaria," cried Manasseh, as he disappeared through
the doorway.
Cheer after cheer rent the air. Just as the shouting was beginning to
subside it burst out anew, for upon the parapet of the house Nicaso
appeared. Her black hair and flushed cheeks made a superb contrast with
her white mantle and the jewels that flashed about her brow and neck.
The apparition lasted but for a moment, yet long enough to make many a
swain declare that he too would leave Jerusalem if he could have so fair
an attendant, and so comfortable a residence in exile as the palace of
Sanballat among the hills of Samaria.
During the day the house of Ioiada was thronged with friends who came to
utter within its walls such imprecations against the governor as they
would not have dared to express more openly, and to pledge their
personal loyalty to Manasseh during his absence. Among the visitors was
the Phoenician merchant.
"Make no preparation for equipage on the morrow," said Marduk, "for I,
too, am summoned northward."
"I cannot go to-morrow," replied Manasseh.
"But that is your agreement with the governor, is it not, on condition
of his allowing you to retire from the city without the show of force?"
"That is my compact; yet I must seek delay, for I have a higher
compact."
"There can be no compact higher than that of a man's fairly given
word," said Marduk.
"I can take no offence at your rebuke," replied the young exile,
"because you will not blame me, when I tell you that I have given my
word of honor to one who is of higher rank than the Tirshatha. I have
pledged this person to discharge a certain obligation in Jerusalem, and
I cannot discharge it before to-morrow's light."
"Who is above the governor in rank?"
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