German fiction -- Translations into English; Palestine -- History -- Fiction
"Ay, they have remained good, true, and obedient. God has guarded them
and prepared this day of happiness for me. Now it depends on you to make
it the fairest of all festivals. You must have long perceived that my
eyes have followed you and that you have been dear to my heart. To work
for our people and their welfare is my highest aim as a man, yours as a
woman, and that is a strong bond. But I desired to have a still firmer
one unite us, and since your parents are dead, and I cannot go with the
bridal dower to Amram, to buy you from him, I now bring my suit to you in
person, high-souled maiden. But ere you say yes or no, you should learn
that my son and grandson are ready to pay you the same honor as head of
our household that they render me, and your brothers willingly permitted
me to approach you as a suitor."
Miriam had listened to this offer in silent surprise. She had a high
esteem and warm regard for the man who so fervently desired her love.
Spite of his age, he stood before her in the full flush of manhood and
stately dignity, and the beseeching expression of eyes whose glance was
wont to be so imperious and steadfast stirred the inmost depths of her
soul.
She, however, was waiting with ardent longing for another, so her sole
answer was a troubled shake of the head.
But this man of mature years, a prince of his tribe, who was accustomed
to carry his plans persistently into execution, undeterred by her mute
refusal, continued even more warmly than before.
"Do not destroy in one short moment the yearning repressed with so much
difficulty for years! Do you object to my age?"
Miriam shook her head a second time, but Hur went on:
"That was the source of my anxiety, though I can still vie with many a
younger man in vigor. But, if you can overlook your lover's grey hairs,
perhaps you may be induced to weigh the words he now utters. Of the
faith and devotion of my soul I will say nothing. No man of my years
woos a woman, unless his heart's strong impulse urges him on. But there
is something else which, meseems, is of equal import. I said that I
would lead you to my house. Yonder it stands, a building firm and
spacious enough; but from to-morrow a tent will be our home, the camp
our dwelling-place, and there will be wild work enough within its bounds.
No one is secure, not even of life, least of all a woman, however strong
she may be, who has made common cause with those against whom thousands
murmur. Your parents are dead, your brothers might protect you, but
should the people lay hands on them, the same stones on which you cross
the stream would drag you down into the depths with them."
"And were I your wife, you also," replied Miriam, her thick eye-brows
contracting in a heavy frown.
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