Naomi : $b or the last days of JerusalemWebb, J. B., Mrs. (Annie)
History
Naomi : $b or the last days of Jerusalem
Webb, J. B., Mrs. (Annie)
Historical fiction; Jerusalem -- History -- Siege, 70 A.D. -- Fiction; Sieges -- Fiction
"I do not fear for myself, Theophilus, but for you and Naomi. If
Javan knew of our visits to Bethany--if Javan knew that his sister
and his cousin were disciples of Jesus--oh, I believe no ties of
blood would prevent him from denouncing you to the tyrants who make
religion a mask for cruelty and murder."
"Silence, dear Claudia," said Naomi in a low whisper; "your eagerness
makes you forget that you are perhaps within hearing of the person
whom you think you saw lurking so near. Let us proceed quickly. I
cannot share your fears, but I dread my father's inquiries as to the
cause of our long absence."
A short time sufficed to bring them to the threshold of Zadok's
house, where Deborah met them with a countenance of alarm and anxiety.
"Why are you so late, my children?" she exclaimed. "I have been
watching from the housetop in great uneasiness, until it became so
dark that I could no longer distinguish the road up the Mount of
Olives. Javan came in soon after you left the house, and asked
eagerly in what direction you had walked out. My fears told me that
you were gone to Bethany; but I concealed my suspicions, and tried to
persuade your brother that you were gone by Solomon's pool, towards
the valley of Hinnom. He looked stern and angry, and without
replying hurried from the house."
"Then," cried Claudia, "my fears were not unfounded, and it was Javan
himself who followed us. Something in the figure of the person I saw
reminded me of him; and yet I tried to believe it could not be.
Gracious Heaven! preserve us from his vengeance!"
Both Theophilus and Naomi were greatly alarmed at what Deborah had
communicated, for they had lately heard Javan express himself with so
much bitter hatred towards the Nazarenes that they felt convinced he
would use all his influence for the persecution and destruction of
any who bore the name; and they feared that even those who were of
his near kindred would be sacrificed to his zeal and fanaticism.
Claudia entreated Theophilus to leave them instantly, that Javan
might not return and find them together; and also that he might
repair to his father's apartments and inform him of what had
occurred. He complied with her wishes, and was passing across the
vestibule, towards the gallery that led to the suite of rooms
occupied exclusively by his parents, when Javan entered, and in a
voice of assumed kindness called to him to return.
"Come, Theophilus," he said, "I have seen but little of you lately,
my time has been so much engaged. I have to thank you for so well
supplying my place, and giving a brother's protection to Naomi in her
evening rambles. Let us go altogether to the terrace, and join my
father and mother, and you can entertain us with an account of your
lengthened excursion, for you have been absent so long that you must
doubtless have wandered far beyond the pool of Solomon."
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