Moon of Israel: A Tale of the ExodusHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
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Moon of Israel: A Tale of the Exodus
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Exodus, The -- Fiction; Jews -- History -- To 70 A.D. -- Fiction
“You remember, Ana,” said the Prince, “the message which you
brought to me from Jabez, namely that no harm should come to me because
of these Israelites and their curses. Well, no harm has come as yet,
except the harm of Jabez, for he came. On the day before the news of
this blood plague reached us, Jabez appeared disguised as a merchant of
Syrian stuffs, all of which he sold to me at three times their value.
He obtained admission to the chambers of Merapi, where she is
accustomed to see whom she wills, and under pretence of showing her his
stuffs, spoke with her and, as I fear, told her what you and I were so
careful to hide, that she would bring trouble on me. At the least she
has never been quite the same since, and I have thought it wise to make
her swear by an oath, which I know she will never break, that now we
are one she will not attempt to separate herself from me while we both
have life.”
“Did he wish her to go away with him, Prince?”
“I do not know. She never told me so. Still I am sure that had he come
with his evil talk before that day when you returned from Tanis, she
would have gone. Now I hope that there are reasons that will keep her
where she is.”
“What then did he say, Prince?”
“Little beyond what he had already said to you, that great troubles
were about to fall on Egypt. He added that he was sent to save me and
mine from these troubles because I had been a friend to the Hebrews in
so far as that was possible. Then he walked through this house and all
round its gardens, as he went reciting something that was written on a
roll, of which I could not understand the meaning, and now and again
prostrating himself to pray to his god. Thus, where the canal enters
the garden and where it leaves the garden he stayed to pray, as he did
at the well whence drinking water is drawn. Moreover, led by Merapi, he
visited all my cornlands and those where my cattle are herded, reciting
and praying until the servants thought that he was mad. After this he
returned with her and, as it chanced, I overheard their parting. She
said to him:
“‘The house you have blessed and it is safe; the fields you have
blessed and they are safe; will you not bless me also, O my Uncle, and
any that are born of me?’
“He answered, shaking his head, ‘I have no command, my Niece,
either to bless or to curse you, as did that fool whom the Prince slew.
You have chosen your own path apart from your people. It may be well,
or it may be ill, or perhaps both, and henceforth you must walk it
alone to wherever it may lead. Farewell, for perhaps we shall meet no
more.’
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