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
"I know not, Deborah." For a long time Judas sat with his head bowed
upon his hands. Neither spoke, but worshipped silently by the altar
of their grief. At length Judas said: "But I know that He shall come.
I too 'shall see Him, but not now. I shall behold Him, but not nigh.'
Of whom the words are spoken God knows. It is enough for us that we be
found faithful."
Dion stood by. He looked from the champion to the heroine as they spoke
thus together. Then he, too, kissed the dead child, and without a word
went away.
That day, as the sun was going down, a long procession wound its way
through the streets, and out of the north gate to the rock-hewn tomb
where lay many generations of the house of Elkiah. There they placed
the body of the "little Prophet of Israel," as the people fondly called
him. As they rolled the stone back in its groove, and thus covered the
mouth of the sepulchre, the multitude gazed upon the giant form of
their chieftain. But Judas turned away, and laying his hand upon the
shoulder of Dion, as they walked together back to the city, said:
"Captain Dion, have you anything in your Greek books so beautiful as
this from our prophet Esaias? He is speaking of the days of Messiah,
days to come, when such peace shall fall upon the earth that the 'wolf
also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the
kid--and a little child shall lead them.'"
"In Messiah's days?" responded Dion. "It is already fulfilled, for this
little child has led us both; both you and me."
XLI
A STRANGE VISITOR
There were strange visitors in Jerusalem during these days--Sheikhs
from beyond the Dead Sea, with turbans as big as cartwheels, which
might furnish linen, if not enough for a tent to live in, at least for
one's winding-sheet when dead; chiefs from beyond the Lebanons, with
silken head-housing of flaming colors, bound about the temples with
ropes of wool inwoven with silver and gold threads; men wearing helms
of leather, which capped closely their thick, short hair, and having
short tunics bound about their loins with belts of hide from which hung
heavy half swords--these last from the west, where Rome was challenging
both Alexandria and Antioch for the mastery of the world. Such persons
were drawn to Jerusalem by the fame of Judas; for men wondered if a new
star had appeared which would change the shape of the constellation of
the nations.
Very different in bearing from these warlike and courtly visitors were
two persons who one day accompanied Judas on the street, going toward
the house of Elkiah--a lame lad clattering on his crutch and an old man
tottering on his staff.
"I found him a day's journey--for a fox--to the north--nigh on to
Bethel," said Meph, his sentences broken by the slipping of his crutch
from projecting stones into mud-holes, of which things in about equal
proportion the pavement of the streets of Jerusalem then consisted. "I
treed him----"
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