The Yoke: A Romance of the Days when the Lord Redeemed the Children of Israel from the Bondage of Egypt
John Stuart Mill · en
Thereafter, Israel moved inland and down the coast some distance, for
the sea began to surrender its dead. Of the stir and method of the
removal he did not remember, but of the encampment and the reassembling
of the tribes he recalled several incidents. He was numb and
sleep-heavy beyond words, and while leaning, in a semi-conscious
condition, against some household goods, he was discovered by the
owner, who was none other than the friendly son of Judah, his assistant
in his search for Rachel in Pa-Ramesu. The man's honest joy over
Kenkenes' safety was good to look upon. A few words of explanation
concerning his very apparent exhaustion were fruitful of some comfort
to the young Egyptian. The Hebrew's wife had a motherly heart, and the
weary face of the comely youth touched it. Therefore, she brought him
bread and wine and made him a place in the shadow of her
tent-furnishings where he might sleep till what time the family shelter
could be raised.
But Kenkenes did not rest. He fell asleep only to dream of Rachel, and
awoke asking himself why he had abandoned the search for her; why he
had left Egypt without her; and why he had not gone to Moses at once
for aid to further his seeking through Israel.
He arose from his place, sick with all the old suspense and heartache.
He would begin now to look for Rachel and cease not till he found her
or died of his weariness.
He stepped forth directly in the path of a party of women. He moved
aside to give them room, and glancing at the foremost, recognized her
immediately as the Lady Miriam. She stopped and looked at him.
"Thou art he who found Jehovah in Egypt?" she asked.
He bowed in assent.
"Thy faith is entire," she commented. "Also, have I cause to remember
thee. Thou didst display a courteous spirit in Tape, a year agone."
"Thou hast repaid me with the flattery of thy remembrance, Lady
Miriam," he replied.
"Thy speech publishes thee as noble," she went on calmly. "Thy name?"
"Kenkenes, the son of Mentu, the murket."
Her lips parted suddenly and her eyes gleamed.
"See yonder tent," she said, indicating a pavilion of new cloth, reared
not far from the quarters of Moses. "Repair thither and await till I
send to thee."
Without pausing for an answer she swept on, her maidens following, damp
of brow and bright of eye.
Kenkenes turned toward the tent. A Hebrew at the entrance lifted the
side without a word and signed him to enter.
The interior was not yet fully furnished. A rug of Memphian weave
covered the sand and a taboret was placed in the center.
Presently the serving-man entered with a laver of sea-water, and an
Israelitish robe, fringed and bound at the selvage with blue. With the
despatch and adroitness of one long used to personal service, he
attended the young Egyptian, and dressed him in the stately garments of
his own people. When his service was complete, he took up the bowl and
cast-off dress and went forth.