Pearl-Maiden: A Tale of the Fall of Jerusalem — John Shaqi
Pearl-Maiden: A Tale of the Fall of JerusalemHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
History
Pearl-Maiden: A Tale of the Fall of Jerusalem
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Historical fiction; Jerusalem -- History -- Fiction
“Yes, sister,” she answered, “fools, every one. Why, of my own husband
I see little; and although, being married, he ranks but low among them,
the man is forever telling me of the faults of our sex, and how they
are a snare set for the feet of the righteous, and given to the leading
of these same righteous astray, especially if they be not their own
husbands. At times I am tempted indeed to prove his words true. Oh! it
would not be difficult for all their high talk; I have learned as much
as that, for Nature is apt to make a mock of those who deny Nature, and
there is no parchment rule that a woman cannot bring to nothing. Yet,
since they mean well, laugh at them and let them be, say I. And now
come into the house, which is good, although did women manage it, it
would be better.”
So Nehushta went into that house with the nurse and her husband, and
there for several days dwelt in great comfort. Indeed, there was
nothing that she or the child, or those with them, could want which was
not provided in plenty. Messages reached her even, through the woman,
to ask if she would wish the rooms altered in any way, and when she
said that there was not light enough in that in which the child slept,
some of the elders of the Essenes arrived and pierced a new window in
the wall, working very hard to finish the task before sunset. Also even
the husband of the nurse was not allowed to attend to his own beasts,
which were groomed and fed for him, till at length he grew so weary of
doing nothing, that on the third day he went out to plough with the
Essenes and worked in the fields till dark.
It was on the fourth morning that the full Court gathered in the great
meeting-house, and Nehushta was summoned to appear before it, bringing
the babe with her. Thither she went accordingly, to find the place
filled with a hundred grave and reverend men, all clad in robes of the
purest white. In the lower part of that large chamber she sat alone
upon a chair, while before her upon benches ranged one above the other,
so that all could see, were gathered the hundred curators.
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