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 myself delivered it, my lady. Already our little army is on its
way northward. By night they will guard every road leading up from
the plain; and then, themselves kept out of sight, they will follow
southward and strike any detachment of the Greeks that ventures to
ascend the hills. But Judas must believe that they will not attempt any
ascent until they get as far down as this, for Simon and John are hard
by, and examining every slope and runway along the front of Bethhoron."
Later in the day the astute surmise of Judas was demonstrated to
have been correct. As Deborah watched, she plainly distinguished the
detachments of the Syrian hosts succeed one another in their southerly
movement, like billows of grain under a strong breeze. When night fell
the plain of Sharon right before her gleamed with camp-fires, as the
sea with phosphorescence; while on every side she heard the rustle of
the moving bands of her countrymen, together with the subdued voices of
command. But not a light glowed on the brow of Bethhoron.
Late in the night Judas came to her.
"My child, you should not be here. It was enough to have sent us word."
"I could not remain in the city," replied Deborah, "for I clearly
foresee that to-morrow we shall have a great victory, which the Lord
will give us, or else we shall be utterly destroyed."
"But here you are in danger," responded Judas. "I beg you to return
to the city. If we succeed we shall soon join you there. If we are
destroyed the Lord will raise up others to avenge us, for His cause
rests with no single army. He is the Lord of Hosts, and will fill our
places with better men. You must live to be for them what you have been
for us. It is enough that we die."
"Nay, Judas, entreat me not. The daughter of Elkiah will meet the fate
of the sons of Mattathias. It is my father's spirit that speaks through
my lips. I shall seek no danger, but I must cheer our brave brothers,
and staunch their wounds or close their eyes in death. Do not think me
rebellious, but to this duty I am surely called by Him who commands us
both."
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