German fiction -- Translations into English; Palestine -- History -- Fiction
After arriving at this conviction Joshua considered, as deliberately
as if the matter concerned directing one of his soldiers on his way,
whether he himself, in case he regained the use of his hands, could
succeed in following Ephraim without endangering his project. And he
was forced to answer this question in the negative; for the guard who
sometimes sat, sometimes paced to and fro on a higher part of the crest
of the hill a few paces away, could but too easily perceive, by the
moonlight, the youth’s efforts to loose the firmly-knotted bonds. The
cloud approaching the moon might perhaps darken it, ere the work was
completed. Thus Ephraim might, on his account, incur the peril of losing
the one fortunate moment which promised escape. Would it not be the
basest of crimes, merely for the sake of the uncertain chance of flight,
to bar the path to liberty of the youth whose natural protector he was?
So he whispered to Ephraim:
“I cannot go with you. Creep through the chasm at your right to the
salt-pool. I will watch the guards. As soon as the cloud passes over the
moon and I clear my throat, start off. If you escape, join our people.
Greet my old father, assure him of my love and fidelity, and tell him
where I am being taken. Listen to his advice and Miriam’s; theirs is the
best counsel. The cloud is approaching the moon,--not another word now!”
As Ephraim still continued to urge him in a whisper to hold up his
pinioned arms, he ordered him to keep silence and, as soon as the moon
was obscured and the guard, who was pacing to and fro above their
heads began a conversation with the man who came to relieve him, Joshua
cleared his throat and, holding his breath, listened with a throbbing
heart for some sound in the direction of the chasm.
He first heard a faint scraping and, by the light of the fire which the
guards kept on the hill-top as a protection against wild beasts, he saw
Ephraim’s empty couch.
He uttered a sigh of relief; for the youth must have entered the ravine.
But though he strained his ears to follow the crawling or sliding of the
fugitive he heard nothing save the footsteps and voices of the warders.
Yet he caught only the sound, not the meaning of their words, so
intently did he fix his powers of hearing upon the course taken by the
fugitive. How nimbly and cautiously the agile fellow must move! He was
still in the chasm, yet meanwhile the moon struggled victoriously with
the clouds and suddenly her silver disk pierced the heavy black curtain
that concealed her from the gaze of men, and her light was reflected
like a slender, glittering pillar from the motionless pool of
salt-water, enabling the watching Joshua to see what was passing below;
but he perceived nothing that resembled a human form.
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