Deborah: A tale of the times of Judas MaccabaeusLudlow, James M. (James Meeker)
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Deborah: A tale of the times of Judas Maccabaeus
Ludlow, James M. (James Meeker)
Jewish fiction; Jews -- History -- 586 B.C.-70 A.D. -- Fiction; Maccabees -- Fiction
"But I could not stay in the house, and you out of it, sister; so I
went through the quarries and whistled for Meph at the wall, but he
didn't come; I played all day in the caverns."
"What a place to play, my child."
"Well, I couldn't see how bad it was, so I didn't care."
Caleb led the way up from the cellar. Huldah, who had waited and
listened for signs of her coming, held Deborah in her motherly arms,
and dropped upon her face some tears well salted with memories of
by-gone years.
XXIV
LESSONS IN DIPLOMACY
In the excitement of the great disaster no one had inquired for
Deborah, except Glaucon, who received from the cautious Huldah evasive
replies regarding her illness. The day following the battle her brother
insisted upon seeing her, since it might be necessary to make sudden
flight in the event of the Maccabæans attacking the city.
Deborah came from her chamber, walking with difficulty. One would have
said that she had received a hurt or a wound from a fall. She, however,
spoke slightingly of the pain in the sinews which sometimes came to
her, an inherited disorder; at least she had heard that her mother was
at times similarly attacked; but a few days' rest always cured her. She
now listened with surprise to the story that a great battle had taken
place, and upbraided Glaucon and Huldah and Ephraim for not telling her
of it. She questioned every new-comer with the eagerness of fright.
Each fresh outcry in the street seemed to deepen the blanch of her
cheeks, so that even Glaucon, though his face was pale and his lips
trembled, rebuked her timidity, and swore great heathen oaths, such as
befitted so valiant a protector.
"What shall we do if the rebels really take the city?" she asked.
"We will flee to Antioch."
"But the Jews hold all the country to the north, do they not?"
"If the worst comes we can take ship at Gaza. I have got as much gold
as my belt will hold, and our asses are ready to start at daybreak, if
the news then warrants our flight. But who comes?"
Through the uproar in the street were heard cries of the name of Dion.
The curtains moved, and the young Captain stood at the opening.
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