"The mighty king is sad," said one who had come from a journey. And the people gathered about him and marveled that a king should sorrow. "The king is sad," said the one. "He has traveled into the great desert, where nothing blooms and there are no rivers." The people stood still and looked off over their stretching pastures, and heard the gush of water brooks. "He sits alone in a dim tent, with his head in his hands," said the one. "His sword rests at his feet. The army goes no more to battle. The servants weep and pray, and strain their eyes over the burning sand, waiting." "Waiting?" said the men. "For one to come," said the other. "Who shall come?" they asked together. "The joy-bringer," said the man. The shepherds looked at one another, and then away; and when they had stood awhile in silence, they moved off after their sheep. The boy David went swiftly. His feet pressed springing grass, he smelt the odor of new-turned earth, and the sound of water was in his ears. He could not think that there were really deserts. But he thought of the sad, lonely king, and wished that he might go to him. He came to where his sheep were feeding, and stood among them and heard their bleating; but he did not think of them. He was looking into the wide sky, and wondering if God would not send his angel to save the king; but there was no sign save the peace and wonder that had always shone there. He turned and led his flock to the fold, and when he had done so he sat down on the hillside and played upon his harp; and the music was as beautiful as silence, so that shy creatures did not fear, but crept around to listen. The pale moon rose up, and the stars shone down like loving, glistening eyes. Sometimes there had come to David strange longings for far-off things, and he too had grown sad like the king. But then would he take his harp to the hill and sing of the sweet promise of the perfect gift that was to come from God to the world,--to shepherds and kings and all. And when he had sung so, behold! the peace was again in his heart, and he wished no longer to go seeking, for he knew the gift would surely come. He thought of the king as he sang. "He has forgot the promise; I must go to him and sing," he said. So he rose up in the night, and woke his brother to give him charge over his flock. And when he had plucked long-stemmed, dripping lilies to wind through his harp strings, he went away by the same road all other travelers had gone. Day after day he journeyed, passing through sweet fields and pastures. He saw men sowing, and others tending their flocks; and there were mothers with babes in their arms and children about them. "The gift will come to you, and you, and all," he thought, as he passed. He went through the wilderness, and even through the dry desert; but his heart was singing and the thought of the promise was there like living water.