Pearl-Maiden: A Tale of the Fall of JerusalemHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
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Pearl-Maiden: A Tale of the Fall of Jerusalem
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Historical fiction; Jerusalem -- History -- Fiction
Not a hundred paces away from the carpenter’s shop where the master
craftsman, Septimus, worked, was another manufactory, in which vases,
basins, lamps, and all such articles were designed, moulded and baked.
The customers who frequented the place, wholesale merchants for the
most part, noted from and after the day of this interview a new
workwoman, who, so far as her rough blouse permitted them to judge,
seemed to be young and pretty, seated in a corner apart, beneath a
window by the light of which she laboured. Later on they observed also,
those of them who had any taste, that among the lamps produced by the
factory appeared some of singular and charming design, so good, indeed,
that although the makers reaped little extra benefit, the middlemen
found no difficulty in disposing of these pieces at a high price. All
day long Miriam sat fashioning them, while old Nehushta, who had learnt
something of the task years ago by Jordan, prepared and tempered the
clay and carried the finished work to the furnace.
Now, though none would have guessed it, in this workshop all the
labourers were Christians, and the product of their toil was cast into
a common treasury on the proceeds of which they lived, taking, each of
them, such share as their elders might decree, and giving the surplus
to brethren who had need, or to the sick. Connected with these shops
were lodging houses, mean enough to look at, but clean within. At the
top of one of them, up three flights of narrow stairs, Miriam and
Nehushta dwelt in a large attic that was very hot when the sun shone on
the roof, and very cold in the bitter winds and rains of winter. In
other respects, however, the room was not unpleasant, since being so
high there were few smells and little noise; also the air that blew in
at the windows was fresh and odorous of the open lands beyond the city.
So there they dwelt in peace, for none came to search for the costly
and beautiful Pearl-Maiden in those squalid courts, occupied by working
folk of the meaner sort. By day they laboured, and at night they
rested, ministering and ministered to in the community of Christian
brotherhood, and, notwithstanding their fears and anxieties for
themselves and another, were happier than they had been for years. So
the weeks went by.
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