The Yoke: A Romance of the Days when the Lord Redeemed the Children of Israel from the Bondage of Egypt
John Stuart Mill · en
She turned about and took the road toward Pa-Ramesu, the unprotesting
old man trotting after her. The crowd followed, silent at first, then
softly talkative, and finally, in the distance, singing and noisy once
again.
A careening camel, almost white in the early morning sunshine, broke
the sky-line far up the road leading from Tanis in the north. Very
much nearer, to the west, two single litters, with a staff-bearing
attendant, were approaching.
The camel rider was a Hebrew by the beast that bore him. Egypt had no
liking for the bearer of the Orient's burdens and small acquaintance
with him. Likewise the litters were Hebraic, for the attendant was
bearded. The soldier kept his place before the stela and contemplated
the distance.
The time was not long, though in that land of distances the camel had
far to come from the horizon to the well, until by the soft jarring of
the earth the motionless sentinel knew that the swifter traveler had
arrived. Haste is not common in tropical countries, and the camel had
been put to his limit of speed. A commoner spirit than the soldiers
could not have resisted the impulses of curiosity concerning this hot
haste. But he did not turn his eyes.
The traveler alighted before his mount ceased to move, and undoing his
leathern belt with a jerk, he struck the camel a smart blow on the
shoulder. There was the protesting buzz of a large fly and an angry,
disabled blundering on the sand, silenced by the stamp of a sandal.
"Thou wouldst have it, pest!" the traveler exclaimed. "Thy kind is not
to be persuaded from its blood-sucking by milder means. Ye mind me of
the Pharaoh!"
He turned toward the well, and his glance fell on the man-at-arms for
the first time. He started a little to find himself not alone, and a
second time he started with sudden recognition. The well was between
him and the soldier. He leaned upon his hands on the top of the curb
and gazed at his opposite. Once he seemed about to speak, but the
studious disregard of the soldier deterred him. Slowly his eyes fell
until they were directed thoughtfully through his own reflection into
the green depths of the well.
Although there were ten years in favor of the Egyptian, there was a
certain similarity between the two men. Both were soldiers, both black
and stern. But one was a Hebrew, no less than forty-five years of age.
He wore a helmet of polished metal, equipped with a visor, which, when
raised, finished the front with a flat plate. The top of the
head-piece was ornamented with a spike. His armor was complete--shirt
of mail, shenti extending half-way to the knees, greaves of brass and
mailed shoes.