German fiction -- Translations into English; Palestine -- History -- Fiction
For the first time he felt how great a danger he ran of being dragged
into this marsh and becoming a lost, evil man; but never, he thought,
would he have been so corrupt, so worthless, as this prince. His uncle’s
words again returned to his mind, and he now raised his head proudly
and arched his chest as if to assure himself of his own unbroken vigor,
saying meanwhile, with a long breath, that he was of too much worth to
ruin himself for the sake of a wicked woman, even though, like Kasana,
she was the fairest and most bewitching under the sun.
Away, away from the neighborhood of this net, which threatened to
entangle him in murder and every deed of infamy.
Resolved to seek his people, he turned toward the gate of the camp, but
after a few hasty steps paused, and a glance at the sky showed him
that it was the second hour past midnight. Every surrounding object
was buried in silence save that from the neighboring Dens of the royal
steeds, came the sound of the rattle of a chain, or of the stamp of a
stallion’s hoof.
If he risked escaping from the camp now, he could not fail to be seen
and stopped. Prudence commanded him to curb his impatience and, as he
glanced around, his eyes rested on the chamberlain’s tent from which the
old slave had just emerged to look for his master, who was still waiting
in the prince’s tent for his lord’s return.
The old man had treated Ephraim kindly, and now asked him with
good-natured urgency to come in and rest; for the youth needed sleep.
And Ephraim accepted the well-meant invitation. He felt for the first
time how weary his feet were, and he had scarcely stretched himself upon
the mat which the old slave--it was his own--spread on the floor of
the tent for him, ere the feeling came over him that his limbs were
relaxing; and yet he had expected to find here time and rest for calm
deliberation.
He began, too, to think of the future and his uncle’s commission.
That he must join his people without delay was decided. If they escaped
Pharaoh’s army, the others could do what they pleased, his duty was to
summon his shepherds, servants, and the youths of his own age, and with
them hurry to the mines to break Joshua’s chains and bring him back to
his old father and the people who needed him. He already saw himself
with a sling in his girdle and a battle-axe in his hand, rushing on in
advance of the others, when sleep overpowered him and bound the sorely
wearied youth so firmly and sweetly that even dreams remained aloof from
his couch and when morning came the old slave was obliged to shake him
to rouse him.
The camp was already pervaded with bustling life. Tents were struck,
asses and ox-carts laden, steeds curried and newly-shod, chariots
washed, weapons and harnesses cleaned, breakfast was distributed and
eaten.
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