 6. The morning of the first day of the seventh month, Tishri and the Hebrew, October in English, her arose from his couch in the con, ill-satisfied with the whole world. Little time had been lost in consultation upon the arrival of Malak. The latter began the search at the Tower of Antonia, and began it boldly, by a direct inquiry of the Tribune commanding. He gave the officer a history of the hers and all the particulars of the accident to Gratis, describing the affair as holy without criminality. The object of the quest now, he said, was if any of the unhappy family were discovered alive, to carry a petition to the feet of Caesar, praying restitution of the estate, and return to their civil rights. Such a petition he had no doubt would result in an investigation by the imperial order, a proceeding of which the friends of the family had no fear. In reply the Tribune stated circumstantially the discovery of the women in the Tower, when permitted a reading of the memorandum he had taken of their account of themselves. When leave to copy it was prayed he even permitted that. Malak thereupon hurried to Benher. It were useless to attempt description of the effect the terrible story had upon the young man. The pain was not relieved by tears or passionate outcries. It was too deep for any expression. He sat still a long time, with pallid face and laboring heart. Now and then, as if to show the thoughts which were most poignant, he muttered, Leppers! Leppers! They, my mother in Terza, they lepers! How long, how long, oh Lord! One moment he was torn by a virtuous rage of sorrow, next by a longing for vengeance which, it must be admitted, was scarcely less virtuous. At length he arose. I must look for them, they may be dying. Where will you look? asked Malak. There is but one place for them to go. Malak interposed and finally prevailed so far as to have the management of the further attempt entrusted to him. Together they went to the gate over on the side opposite the hill of evil council, immemorally the lepers' begging-ground. There they stayed all day, giving alms, asking for the two women, and offering rich rewards for their discovery. So they did in repetition day after day, through the remainder of the fifth month, and all the sixth. There was diligence scouring of the dread city on the hill by lepers to whom the rewards offered were mighty incentives, for they were only dead in law. Over and over again the gaping tomb down by the well was invaded, and its tenets subjected to inquiry, but they kept their secret fast. The result was failure. And now, the morning of the first day of the seventh month, the extent of the additional information gained was that not long before two lepers' women had been stoned from the fish-gate by the authorities. A little pressing of the clue, together with some shrewd comparison of dates, led to the sad assurance that the sufferers were the hers, and left the old questions darker than ever. Where were they, and what had become of them? It was not enough that my people should be made lepers, said the son, over and over again, with what intensity of bitterness that reader may imagine. That was not enough. Oh no, they must be stoned from their native city. My mother is dead. She is wandered to the wilderness. She is dead. Tirza is dead. I alone am left. And for what? How long, O God! Thou Lord God of my fathers, how long shall this Rome endure? Angry, hopeless, vengeful, he entered the court of the con, and found it crowded with people come in during the night. While he ate his breakfast, he listened to some of them. To one party he was specially attracted. They were mostly young, stout, active, hearty men, in manner and speech provincial. In their look the certain indefinable air, the pose of the head, glance of the eye, there was a spirit which did not, as a rule, belong to the outward seeming of the lower orders of Jerusalem. The spirit thought by sound to be a peculiarity of life in mountainous districts, but which may be more surely traced to a life of healthful freedom. In a short time he ascertained they were Galileans, in the city for various purposes, but chiefly to take part in the Feast of Trumpets, set for that day. They became to him at once objects of interest, as hailing from the region in which he hoped to find readyest support in the work he was shortly to set about. While observing them, his mind running ahead in thought of achievements possible to a legion of such spirits, disciplined after the severe Roman style, a man came into the court, his face much flushed, his eyes bright with excitement. "'Why are you here?' he said to the Galileans. "'The rabbis and elders are going from the temple to see Pilate. Come, make haste, and let us go with them.' They surrounded him in a moment. To see Pilate, for what?' They have discovered a conspiracy. Pilate's new aqueduct is to be paid for with money of the temple. What? With a sacred treasure?' They repeated the question to each other with flashing eyes. "'It is Corban, money of God. Let him touch a shekel of it if he dare.' "'Come!' cried the messenger. The procession is by this time across the bridge. The whole city is pouring after. We may be needed. Make haste!' As if the thought and the act were one, there was quick putting away of useless garments, and the party stood forth bare-headed, and in the short sleeveless undertuniks they were used to wearing as reapers in the field and boatmen on the lake. The garb in which they climbed the hills following the herds, and plucked the ripened vintage, careless of the sun, lingering only to tighten their girdles, they said, "'We are ready.'" Then Ben Hur spoke to them. "'Men of Galilee,' he said, "'I am a son of Judah. Will you take me and your company?' "'We may have to fight,' they replied. "'Oh, then I will not be first to run away.'" They took the retort in good humour, and the messenger said, "'You seem stout enough. Come along.'" Ben Hur put off his outer garments. "'You think there may be fighting?' he asked quietly, as he tightened his girdle. "'Yes. With whom?' "'The guard. Legionaries. Who else can a Roman trust?' "'What have you to fight with?' they looked at him silently. "'Well,' he continued, "'we will have to do the best we can, but had we not better choose a leader? The Legionaries always have one, and so are able to act with one mind. The Galilee and stared more curiously as if the idea were new to them. "'Let us at least agree to stay together,' he said. "'Now I'm ready, if you are.'" "'Yes, let us go.'" The con, it should not be forgotten, was in Bezetha, the new town, and to get to the Praetorium as the Romans resonantly styled the palace of Herod on Mount Sion, the party had to cross the lowlands north and west of the temple. By streets, if they may be so called, trending north and south, with intersections hardly up to the dignity of alleys, they passed rapidly around the Acra District to the Tower of Maryamne, from which the way was short to the grand gate of the walled heights. In going they overtook, or were overtaken by, people like themselves stirred to wrath by news of the proposed desecration. When at length they reached the gates of the Praetorium, the procession of elders and rabbis had passed in with a great following, leaving a greater crowd clamoring outside. A centurion kept the entrance with a guard drawn up full armed under the beautiful marble battlements. The sun struck the soldiers fervently on helm and shield, but they kept their ranks indifferent alike to its dazzle and to the mouthings of the rabble. Through the open bronze gates a current of citizens poured in, while a much lesser one poured out. What is going on? one of the Galileans asked an outcomer. Nothing was the reply. The rabbis are before the door of the palace asking to see Pilate. He has refused to come out. They have sent one to tell him they will not go away till he has heard them. They are waiting. Let us go in! said Ben Hur in his quiet way, seeing what his companions probably did not, that there was not only a disagreement between the suitors and the governor, but an issue joined and a serious question as to who should have his will. Inside the gate there was a row of trees and leaf, with seats under them. The people, whether going or coming, carefully avoided the shade cast gratefully upon the white, clean-swept pavement. For, strange as it may seem, a rabbinical ordinance, alleged to have been derived from the law, permitted no green thing to be grown within the walls of Jerusalem. Even the wise king, it was said, wanting a garden for his Egyptian bride, was constrained to found it down in the meeting place of the valleys above in Rogel. Through the treetops shown the outer fronts of the palace. Turning to the right, the party proceeded a short distance to a spacious square, on the west side of which stood the residence of the governor. An excited multitude filled the square. Every face was directed towards a portico, built over a broad doorway which was closed. Under the portico there was another array of legionaries. The throng was so close the friends could not well have advanced if such had been their desire. They remained, therefore, in the rear, observers of what was going on. About the portico they could see the high turbines of the rabbis, whose impatience communicated at times to the mass behind them. A cry was frequent to the effect, "'Pilot, if thou be a governor, come forth! Come forth!' Once a man coming out pushed through the crowd, his face red with anger. "'Israel is of no account here,' he said, in a loud voice, "'on this holy ground we are no better than dogs of Rome.' "'Will he not come out, think you?' "'Come, has he not thrice refused?' "'What will the rabbis do?' "'As it sees a rhea, camp here until he gives the mirror.' "'He will not dare touch the treasure, will he?' asked one of the Galileans.' "'Who can say? Did not a Roman profane the holy of holies? Is there anything sacred from Romans?' An hour passed, and though Pilate dain them no answer, the rabbis and crowd remained. Noon came, bringing a shower from the west, but no change in the situation, except that the multitude was larger and much noisier, and the feeling more decidedly angry. The shouting was almost continuous. Come forth, come forth!' The cry was sometimes with disrespectful variations. Meanwhile Ben-Hur held his Galilee and friends together. He judged the pride of the Roman would eventually get the better of his discretion, and that the end could not be far off. Pilate was but waiting for the people to furnish him an excuse for resort to violence. At last the end came. In the midst of the assemblage there was heard the sound of blows, succeeded instantly by yells of pain and rage, and a most furious commotion. The venerable men in front of the portico faced about aghast. The common people in the rear at first pushed forward. In the center the effort was to get out, and for a short time the pressure of opposing forces was terrible. A thousand voices made inquiry, raised all at once, as no one had time to answer this surprise speedily became a panic. Ben-Hur kept his senses. "'You cannot see,' he said to one of the Galileans. "'No. I will raise you up.' He caught the man about the middle and lifted him bodily. "'What is it?' "'I see now,' said the man. "'There are some armed with clubs, and they are beating the people. They are dressed like Jews. Who are they?' "'Romans, as the Lord liveth, Romans in disguise. Their clubs fly like flails. There, I saw a rabbi struck down, an old man. They spared nobody.' Ben-Hur let the man down. "'Men of Galilee,' he said, "'it is a trick of pilots. Now will you do what I say we will get even with the club men?' The Galilean spirit arose. "'Yes, yes,' they answered. "'Let us go back to the trees by the gate, and we may find the planting of Herod, though unlawful, has some good in it after all. Come!' They ran back all of them fast as they could, and by throwing their united weight upon the limbs tore them from the trunks. In a brief time they too were armed. Returning at the corner of the square they met the crowd rushing madly for the gate. And the clamour continued, a medley of shrieks, groans, and execrations. "'To the wall,' Ben-Hur shouted, "'to the wall, and let the Herd go by.' So, clinging to the masonry at their right hand, they escaped the might of the rush, and little by little made headway until, at last, the square was reached. Keep together now, and follow me.' By this time Ben-Hur's leadership was perfect, and as he pushed into the seething mob, his party closed after him in a body. And when the Romans, clubbing the people and making merry as they struck them down, came hand to hand with the Galileans, lithe of limb, eager for the fray, and equally armed, they were in turn surprised. Then the shouting was close and fierce, the crash of sticks rapid and deadly, the advance furious as hate could make it. No one performed his part as well as Ben-Hur, whose training served him admirably. For not merely he knew to strike and guard, his long arm, perfect action, and incomparable strength helped him also to success in every encounter. He was at the same time fighting man and leader. The club he wielded was of goodly length and weighty, so he had need to strike a man but once. He seemed moreover to have eyes for each combat of his friends, and the faculty of being at the right moment exactly where he was most needed. In his fighting cry there were inspiration for his party and alarm for his enemies. Thus surprised and equally matched. The Romans at first retired, but finally turned their backs and fled to the portico. The impetuous Galileans would have pursued them to the steps, but Ben-Hur wisely restrained them. Stay, my men! He said. The centurion yonder is coming with the guard. They have swords and shields. We cannot fight them. We have done well. Let us get back and out of the gate while we may. They obeyed him, though slowly, for they had frequently to step over their countrymen lying where they had been felled, some writhing and groaning, some praying help, others mute as the dead. But the fallen were not all Jews, and that there was consolation. The centurion shouted to them as they went off. Ben-Hur laughed at him, and replied in his own tongue, If we are dogs of Israel, you are jackals of Rome. Remain here and we will come again. The Galileans cheered and laughing went on. Outside the gate there was a multitude the like of which Ben-Hur had never seen, not even in the circus at Antioch. The housetops, the streets, the slope of the hill, appeared densely covered with people wailing and praying. The air was filled with their cries and imprecations. The party were permitted to pass without challenge by the Outer Guard, but hardly were they out before the centurion in charge at the portico appeared, and in the gateway called to Ben-Hur, Ho! Insolent! Art thou a Roman or a Jew? Ben-Hur answered, I am a son of Judah, born here. What's thou with me? Stay and fight. Singly? Has thou wilt? Ben-Hur laughed derisively. Oh, brave Roman, worthy son of the bastard Roman Jove, I have no arms. Thou shalt have mine! The centurion answered, I will borrow of the guard here. The people in hearing of the colloquy became silent, and from them the hush spread afar. But lately Ben-Hur had beaten the Roman under the eyes of Antioch and the farther east. Now could he beat another one under the eyes of Jerusalem? The honour might be vastly profitable to the cause of the new king. He did not hesitate. Going frankly to the centurion, he said, I am willing. Lend me thy sword and shield. And the helm and breastplate? asked the Roman. Keep them. They might not fit me. The arms were as frankly delivered, and directly the centurion was ready. All this time the soldiers in rank, close by the gate, never moved. They simply listened. As to the multitude, only when the combatants advanced to begin the fight, the questions spread from mouth to mouth. Who is he? And no one knew. Now the Roman supremacy in arms lay in three things. Submission to discipline, the legionary formation of battle, and the peculiar use of the short sword. In combat they never struck or cut. From first to last they thrust. They advanced, thrusting. They retired, thrusting. And generally their aim was at the foeman's face. All this was well known to Ben Hur. As they were about to engage he said, I told thee I was a son of Judah, but I did not tell that I am Lannister-taught. Defend thyself. At the last word Ben Hur closed with his antagonist. A moment standing foot to foot they glared at each other over the rims of their embossed shields. When the Roman pushed forward and fainted at under thrust the Jew laughed at him. A thrust at the face followed. The Jew stepped lightly to the left, quick as the thrust was, the step was quicker. Under the lifted arm of the foe he slid his shield, advancing it until the sword and sword arm were both caught on its upper surface. Another step, this time forward and left, and the man's whole right side was offered to the point. The centurion fell heavily on his breast, clanging the pavement, and Ben Hur had won. With his foot upon his enemy's back he raised his shield overhead, after a gladiatorial custom, and saluted the impotervable soldiers by the gate. When the people realized the victory they behaved like mad. On the houses far as the Zistis, fast as the word could fly, they waved their shawls and handkerchiefs and shouted, and if he had consented the Galileans would have carried Ben Hur off upon their shoulders. To a petty officer who then advanced from the gate he said, Thy comrade died like a soldier, I leave him undispoiled, only his sword and shield are mine. With that he walked away. Off a little he spoke to the Galileans. Brethren, you have behaved well. Now let us separate lest we be pursued. Meet me tonight at the con in Bethany. I have something to propose to you of great interest to Israel. Who are you? They asked him. A son of Judah. He answered simply. A throng eager to see him surged around the party. Will you come to Bethany? He asked. Yes, we will come. Then bring with you this sword and shield that I may know you. Pushing brusquely through the increasing crowd he speedily disappeared. At the instance of Pilate the people went up from the city and carried off their dead and wounded, and there was much mourning for them. But the grief was greatly lightened by the victory of the unknown champion, who was everywhere sought, and by everyone extolled. The fainting spirit of the nation was revived by the brave deed, in so much than in the streets and up in the temple even, amidst the solemnities of the feast. Old tales of the Maccabees were told again, and thousands shook their heads whispering wisely, a little longer, only a little longer brethren, at Israel will come to her own, let there be faith in the Lord, and patience. In such manner Ben-Hur obtained hold on Galilee, and paved the way to greater services than the cause of the King who was coming, and with what result we shall see. CHAPTER I And waking I beheld her there, seed-dreaming in the moted air, of siren lithe and debonair, with wristlets woven of scarlet weeds, and oblong-lucent amber beads of sea kelp shining in her hair. By Thomas Bailey Aldrich. CHAPTER I The meeting took place in the con of Bethany, as appointed. Then Ben-Hur went with the Galileans into their country, where his exploits up in the old marketplace gave him fame and influence. Before the winter was gone he raised three legions, and organized them after the Roman pattern. He could have had as many more, for the martial spirit of that gallant people never slept. The proceeding, however, required careful guarding as against both Rome and Herod Antipas. Contending himself for the present with the three, he strove to train and educate them for systematic action. For that purpose he carried the officers over into the lava-beds of Traconitus, and taught them the use of arms, particularly the javelin and sword, and the maneuvering peculiar to the legionary formation, after which he sent them home as teachers, and soon the training became a pastime of the people. As may be thought, the task called for patience, skill, zeal, faith, and devotion on his part, qualities into which the power of inspiring others in matters of difficulty is always resolvable, and never man possessed them in greater degree or used them to a better effect. How he labored, and with utter denial of self, yet with all he would have failed but for the support he had from Simonides, who furnished him arms and money, and from Ilderum, who kept watch and brought him supplies, and still he would have failed but for the genius of the Galileans. Under that name were comprehended the four tribes, Asher, Zebulun, Issachar, and Naphthalae, and the districts originally set apart to them. The Jew born inside of the temple despised these brethren of the north, but the Talmud itself has said, The Galilean loves honour, and the Jew money. Hating Rome fervently as they love their own country, in every revolt they were first in the field and last to leave it. One hundred and fifty thousand Galilean youths perished in the final war with Rome. For the great festival days they went up to Jerusalem marching and camping like armies, yet they were liberal in sentiment and even tolerant to heathenism. In Herod's beautiful cities, which were Roman in all things, in Seferus and Tiberius especially, they took pride, and in the building them gave loyal support. They had for fellow citizens men from the outside world everywhere, and lived in peace with them. To the glory of the Hebrew name they contributed poets like the singer of the song of songs and prophets like Hosea. Upon such a people so quick, so proud, so brave, so devoted, so imaginative, a tale like that of the coming of the king was all powerful. That he was coming to put Rome down would have been sufficient to enlist them in the scheme proposed by Ben-Hur. But when besides, they were assured he was to rule the world more mighty than Caesar, more magnificent than Solomon, and that the rule was to last forever, if Peel was irresistible, and they vowed themselves to the cause, body and soul. They asked Ben-Hur his authority for the sayings, and he quoted the prophets and told them of Balthazar in waiting over in Antioch, and they were satisfied, for it was the old much-loved legend of the Messiah, familiar to them almost as the name of the Lord, the long cherished dream with a time fixed for its realization. The king was not merely coming now, he was at hand. So with Ben-Hur the winter months rolled by, and spring came, with gladdening showers blown over from the summering sea in the west, and by that time so earnestly and successfully had he toiled, that he could say to himself and his followers, Let the good king come, he is only to tell us where he will have his throne set up, we have the sword-hands to keep it for him. And in all his dealings with the many men they knew him only as a son of Judah, and by that name. One evening over Antriconitus Ben-Hur was sitting with some of his Galileans at the mouth of the cave in which he quartered, when an Arab courier rode to him and delivered a letter, marking the package he read, Jerusalem, Nissan Four. A prophet has appeared who men say is Elias. He has been in the wilderness for years, and to our eyes he is a prophet, and such also is his speech, the burden of which is of one much greater than himself, who, he says, is to come presently, and for whom he is now waiting on the eastern shore of the River Jordan. I have been to see and hear him, and the one he is waiting for is certainly the king you are awaiting. Come and judge for yourself. All Jerusalem is going out to the prophet, and with many people else the shore on which he abides is like Mount Olivet in the last days of the Passover. Signed Malik. Ben-Hur's face flushed with joy. By this word, oh my friends, he said, By this word our waiting is at end, the herald of the king has appeared and announced him. Upon hearing the letter read that they also rejoiced at the promise it held out. Get ready now, he added, and in the morning set your face as homeward. When arrived there, send word to those under you, and bid them be ready to assemble as I may direct. For myself and you I will go see if the king be indeed at hand, and send you report. Let us in the meantime live in the pleasure of the promise. Going into the cave he addressed a letter to Ilderum and another to Simonides, giving notice of the news received and of his purpose to go up immediately to Jerusalem. The letters he dispatched by swift messengers. When night fell and the stars of direction came out, he mounted, and with an air of guide set out for the Jordan, intending to strike the track of the caravans between Rabba Thammon and Damascus. The guide was sure, and Aldebaran swift, so by midnight the two were out of the lava fastness, speeding southward. CHAPTER II It was Benher's purpose to turn aside at the break of day and find a safe place in which to rest, but the dawn overtook him while out in the desert, and he kept on, the guide promising to bring him after while to a veil shut in by great rocks, where there were a spring, some mulberry trees, and herbage in plenty for the horses. As he rode thinking of the wondrous events so soon to happen, and of the changes they were to bring about in the affairs of men and nations, the guide, ever on the alert, called attention to an appearance of strangers behind them. There around the desert stretched away in waves of sand, slowly yellowing in the growing light, and without any green thing visible. Over on the left, but still far off, a range of low mountains extended, apparently interminable. In the vacancy of such a waste an object in motion could not long continue a mystery. It is a camel with riders, the guide said directly. Are there others behind? said Ben Hur. Yet he's alone. No, there is a man on horseback, the driver probably. A little later Ben Hur himself could see the camel was white and unusually large, reminding him of the wonderful animal he had seen bring balthasar and iris to the fountain in the grove of Daphne. There could be no other like it. Thinking then of the fair Egyptian, insensibly his gait became slower, and at length fell into the nearest loiter, until finally he could discern a curtained houda and two persons seated within it. If they were balthasar and iris, should he make himself known to them? But it could not be. This was the desert, and they were alone. But while he debated the question the long-swinging stride of the camel brought its riders up to him. He heard the ringing of the tiny bells, and beheld the rich housings which had been so attractive to the crowd at the Castilian Fout. He beheld also the Ethiopian, always attendant upon the Egyptians. The tall brute stopped close by his horse, and Ben Hur, looking up, lo! iris herself under the raised curtain looking down at him, her great swimming eyes bright with astonishment and inquiry. The blessing of the true God upon you, said Balthasar in his tremulous voice. And to thee and thine be the peace of the Lord, Ben Hur replied. My eyes are weak with years, said Balthasar, but they approve you that son of her whom lately I knew an honoured guest in the tent of Ildrum, the generous. And thou art that Balthasar, the wise Egyptian whose speech concerning certain holy things and expectation is having so much to do with the finding me in this waste-place. What dost thou hear? He is never alone, who is where God is, and God is everywhere. Balthasar answered gravely. But in this sense of your asking, there is a caravan shortway behind us going to Alexandria, and as it is to pass through Jerusalem, I thought best to avail myself of its company as far as the holy city, whither I am journeying. This morning, however, in discotent with its slow movement, slower because of a Roman cohort in attendance upon it, we rose early and ventured thus far in advance. As to robbers along the way, we are not afraid, for I have here a signet of shake Ildrum, against beasts of prey, God is our sufficient trust. Benher bowed and said, The good shake's signet is a safeguard wherever the wilderness extends, and the lion shall be swift that overtakes this king of his kind. He patted the neck of the camel as he spoke. Yet, said Iras, with a smile which was not lost upon the youth, whose eyes it must be admitted, had several times turned to her during the interchange of speeches with the elder. Yet even he would be better if his fast were broken. Kings have hunger and headaches. If you be indeed the Benher of whom my father has spoken, and whom it was my pleasure to have known as well, you will be happy, I am sure, to show us some near path to living water, that with its sparkle we may grace a morning's meal in the desert. Benher, nothing loath, hastened to answer. Fair Egyptian, I give you sympathy. Can you bear suffering a little longer? We will find the spring you ask for, and I promise that its draught shall be as sweet in cooling as that of the more famous Castalia. With leave we will make haste. I give you the blessing of the thirsty. She replied, and offer you in return a bit of bread from the city ovens, dipped in fresh butter from the dewy meadows of Damascus. A most rare favor, let us go on. So saying Benher rode forward with the guide, one of the inconveniences of travelling with camels being that it is necessarily an interdiction of polite conversation. After a while the party came to a shallow wadi, down which, turning to the right hand, the guide led them. The bed of the cut was somewhat soft from recent rains, and quite bold in its descent. Momentarily, however, it widened, and air long the sides became bluffs, ribbed with rocks much scarred by floods rushing to lower depths ahead. Finally from a narrow passage the travellers entered a spreading veil which was very delightful, but come upon suddenly from the yellow, unreleaved, verdureless plain it had the effect of a freshly discovered paradise. The water-channels winding here and there, definable by crisp white shingling, appeared like threads tangled among islands green with grasses and fringed with reeds. Up from the final depths of the valley of the Jordan some venturous oleanders had crept, and with their large bloom now starred the sunken place. One palm tree arose in royal assertion. The bases of the boundary walls were cloaked with clambering vines, and under a leaning cliff over on the left the mulberry grove had planted itself, proclaiming the spring which the party was seeking. And thither the guide conducted them, careless of whistling partridges and lesser birds of brighter hues, roused whirring from the reedy coverts. The water started from a crack in the cliff which some loving hand had enlarged into an arched cavity, graven over it in bold hebraic letters was the word God. The graver had no doubt drunk there and tarried many days, and given thanks in that durable form. From the arch the stream ran merrily over a flag spotted with bright moss, and leaped into a pool glassy clear. Thence it stole away between grassy banks, nursing the trees before it vanished in the thirsty sand. A few narrow paths were noticeable about the margin of the pool, otherwise the space around was untrodden turf, at sight of which the guide was assured of rest free from intrusion by men. The horses were presently turned loose, and from the kneeling camel the Ethiopian assisted Balthasar and Eris, whereupon the old man turning his face to the east crossed his hands reverently upon his breast and prayed. Bring me a cup, Eris said with some impatience. From the Houda the slave brought her a crystal goblet, then she said to Ben Hur, I will be your servant at the fountain. They walked to the pool together. He would have dipped the water for her, but she refused his offer, and, kneeling, held the cup to be filled by the stream itself. Nor yet content, when it was cooled and overrunning, she tendered him the first draft. No, he said, putting the graceful hand aside, and seeing only the large eyes half hidden beneath the arches of the upraised brows. Be the service mine, I pray. She persisted in having her way. In my country, O son of her, we have a saying, better a cup-bearer to the fortunate than minister to a king. There were both surprise and inquiry in the tone of his voice and in his look, and she said quickly, The gods give us success as a sign by which we may know them on our side. Were you not winner in the circus? His cheeks began to flush. That was one sign. There is another. In a combat with swords you slew a Roman. The flush deepened, not so much for the triumphs themselves as the flattery there was in the thought that she had followed his career with interest. A moment and the pleasure was exceeded by a reflection. The combat, he knew, was matter of report throughout the East, but the name of the victor had been committed to a very few, Malak, Ilderum, and Simonides. Could they have made a confidant of the one? So with wonder and gratification he was confused, and seeing it she arose and said, holding the cup over the pool, O gods of Egypt, I give thanks for a hero discovered. Thanks that the victim in the palace of Iderney was not my king of men. And so, O holy gods, I pour and drink. Part of the contents of the cup she returned to the stream, the rest she drank. When she took the crystal from her lips she laughed at him. Oh, son of her, is it a fashion of the very brave to be so easily overcome by a woman? Take the cup now and see if you cannot find a happy word in it for me. He took the cup and stooped to refill it. A son of Israel has no gods whom he can libate. He said, playing with the water to hide his amazement, now greater than before. What more did the Egyptian know about him? Had she been told of his relations with Simonides? And there was the treaty with Ildrum. Had she knowledge of that also? He was struck with mistrust. Somebody had betrayed his secrets, and they were serious. And besides he was going to Jerusalem, just then of all the world the place where such intelligence possessed by an enemy might be most dangerous to him, his associates, and the cause. But was she an enemy? It is well for us that, while writing is slow, thought is instantaneous. When the cup was fairly cooled he filled it and arose saying with indifference well affected. Most fair were I in Egyptian or a Greek or a Roman, I would say. He raised the goblet overhead as he spoke. Oh ye better gods, I give thanks that there are yet left to the world, despite its wrongs and sufferings, the charm of beauty and the solace of love, and I drink to her who best represents them, to Eras, loveliest of the daughters of the Nile. She laid her hand softly upon his shoulder. You have offended against the law. The gods you have drunk to are false gods. Why shall I not tell the rabbis on you? Oh! he replied, laughing. That is very little to tell for one who knows so much else that is really important. I will go further. I will go to the little Jewess who makes the roses grow and the shadows flame and the house of the great merchant over in Antioch. To the rabbis I will accuse you of impenitence, to her. Well, to her? I will repeat what you have said to me under the lifted cup, with the gods for witnesses. He was still a moment, as if waiting for the Egyptian to go on. With quick and fancy he saw Esther at her father's side, listening to the dispatches he had forwarded, sometimes reading them. In her presence he had told Simonides the story of the affair in the palace of Iterni. She and Eras were acquainted. This one was shrewd and worldly. The other was simple and affectionate, and therefore easily won. Simonides could not have broken faith, nor ill-derim, for if not held by honour there was no one, unless it might be himself, to whom the consequences of exposure were more serious and certain. Could Esther have been the Egyptians' informant? He did not accuse her, yet a suspicion was sown with the thought, and suspicions, as we all know, are weeds of the mind which grow of themselves, and most rapidly when least wanted. Before he could answer the allusion to the little Jewess, Balthasar came to the pool. We are greatly indebted to you, son of her, he said in his grave manner. This veil is very beautiful. The grass, the trees, the shade, invite us to stay and rest. And the spring here has the sparkle of diamonds in motion, and sings to me of a loving God. It is not enough to thank you for the enjoyment we find. Come sit with us and taste our bread. Suffer me first to serve you. With that Ben-Hur filled the goblet and gave it to Balthasar, who lifted his eyes in thanksgiving. Immediately the slave brought napkins, and after leaving their hands and drying them, the three seated themselves in eastern style under the tent, which years before had served the wise men at the meeting in the desert, and the eight heartily of the good things taken from the camel's pack. CHAPTER III The tent was coarsely pitched beneath a tree where the gurgle of the stream was constantly in ear. Overhead the broad leaves hung motionless on their stems. The delicate reed stalks, often the pearly haze, stood up arrow-y straight. Occasionally a home returning bee shot humming a thwart the shade, and a partridge creeping from the sedge, drank, whistled to his mate, and ran away. The restfulness of the veil, the freshness of the air, the garden beauty, the sabbath stillness, seemed to have affected the spirits of the elder Egyptian. His voice, gestures, and whole manner were unusually gentle, and often as he bent his eyes upon Ben-Hur conversing with Iras, they softened with pity. "'When we overtook you, son of Hur,' he said at the conclusion of the repast, it seemed your face was also turned towards Jerusalem. May I ask, without offence, if you are going so far? I am going to the holy city.' "'For the great need I have to spare myself prolonged toil. I will further ask you, is there a shorter road than that by Rabbath-Emmon?' "'A rougher route, but shorter, lies by Jirassa and Rabbath-Gilead. It is the one I design taking.' "'I am impatient,' said Balthazar. "'Latterly my sleep has been visited by dreams, or rather by this same dream in repetition. A voice, it is nothing more, comes and tells me. Haste, arise! He whom thou hast so long awaited is at hand.' "'You mean he that is to be king of the Jews?' Ben-Hur asked, gazing at the Egyptian in wonder. "'Even so? Then you have heard nothing of him? Nothing except the words of the voice in the dream. Here, then, are tidings to make you glad as they made me.' From his gown Ben-Hur drew the letter received from Malak. The hand the Egyptian held out trembled violently. He read aloud, and as he read his feelings increased. The limp veins in his neck swelled and throbbed. At the conclusion he raised his suffused eyes in thanksgiving and prayer. He asked no questions, yet had no doubts. "'Thou hast been very good to me, O God,' he said. "'Give me I pray thee to see the Saviour again, and worship him, and thy servant will be ready to go in peace.' The words, the manner, the singular personality of the simple prayer touched Ben-Hur with a sensation new and abiding. God never seemed so actual and so nearby. It was as if he were there bending over them or sitting at their side. A friend whose favours were to be had by the most unceremonious asking. A father to whom all his children were alike in love. Father, not more of the Jew than of the Gentile, the Universal Father, who needed no intermediates, no rabbis, no priests, no teachers. The idea that such a God might send mankind a Saviour instead of a king appeared to Ben-Hur in a light not merely new, but so plain that he could almost discern both the greater want of such a gift and its greater consistency with the nature of such a deity. So he could not resist asking. Now that he has come, O Balthazar, you still think he is to be a Saviour and not a king? Balthazar gave him a look thoughtful as it was tender. How shall I understand you? he asked in return. The spirit, which was the star that was my guide of old, has not appeared to me since I met you in the tent of the good shake. That is to say, I have not seen or heard it as formerly. I believe the voice that spoke to me in my dreams was it, but other than that I have no revelation. I will recall the difference between us, said Ben-Hur with deference. You were of opinion that he would be a king but not as a Caesar is. You thought his sovereignty would be spiritual, not of the world. Oh, yes! the Egyptian answered, and I am of the same opinion now. I see that I vergence in our faith. You are going to meet a king of men. I, a Saviour of souls. He paused with the look often seen when people are struggling with an introverted effort to disentangle a thought which is either too high for quick discernment or too subtle for simple expression. Let me try, O son of her, he said directly, and help you to a clear understanding of my belief, that it may be seeing how the spiritual kingdom I expect him to set up can be more excellent in every sense than anything of the mere Caesarean splendor. You will better understand the reason of the interest I take in the mysterious person we are going to welcome. I cannot tell you when the idea of a soul in every man had its origin. Most likely the first parents brought it with them out of the garden in which they had their first dwelling. We all do know, however, that it has never perished entirely out of mind. By some peoples it was lost, but not by all. In some ages it dulled and faded. In others it was overwhelmed with doubts. But in great goodness God kept sending us at intervals mighty intellects to argue it back to faith and hope. Why should there be a soul in every man? Look, O son of her, for one moment look at the necessity of such a device. To lie down and die and be no more, no more for ever. Time never was when man wished for such an end, nor has the man ever been who did not in his heart promise himself something better. The monuments of the nations are all protests about nothingness after death. So are statues and inscriptions. So is history. The greatest of our Egyptian kings had his effigy cut out of a hill of solid rock. Day after day he went with a host in chariots to see the work. At last it was finished. Never effigy so grand, so enduring. It looked like him. The features were his, faithful, even in expression. Now may we not think of him saying in that moment of pride, Let death come, and there is an afterlife for me. He had his wish. The statue is there yet. But what is the afterlife he thus secured? Only a recollection by men. A glory unsubstantial as moonshine on the brow of the Great Bust. A story in stone. Nothing more. Meantime, what has become of the king? There is an embalmed body up in the royal tombs which once was his. An effigy not so fair to look at as the other out of the desert. But where, O son of her, where is the king himself? Has he fallen into nothingness? Two thousand years have gone since he was a man alive as you and I are. Was his last breath the end of him? To say yes would be to accuse God. Let us rather accept his better plan of attaining life after death for us. Actual life, I mean. The something more than a place in mortal memory. Life with going and coming. With sensation. With knowledge. With power and all appreciation. Life eternal. In term though it may be with changes of condition. Ask you what God's plan is? The gift of a soul to each of us at birth. With this simple law there shall be no immortality except through the soul. In that law see the necessity of which I spoke. Let us turn from the necessity now. A word as to the pleasure there is in the thought of a soul in each of us. In the first place it robs death of its terrors by making dying a change forth a better and burial but the planting of a seed from which there will spring a new life. In the next place behold me as I am. Weak, weary, old, shrunken in body and graceless. Look at my wrinkled face. Think of my failing senses. Listen to my shrilled voice. Ha! What happiness to me in the promise that when the tomb opens as soon it will to receive the worn out husk I call myself the now viewless doors of the universe which is but the palace of God. Will swing wide a jar to receive me a liberated immortal soul. I would I could tell the ecstasy there must be in that life to come. Do not say I know nothing about it? This much I know and it is enough for me. The being a soul implies conditions of divine superiority. In such a being there is no dust nor any gross thing. It must be finer than air, more impalpable than light, purer than essence. It is life in absolute purity. What now, O son of her, knowing so much shall I dispute with myself or you about the unnecessaries, about the form of my soul, or where it is to abide, or whether it eats and drinks, or is winged, or wears this or that? No. It is more becoming to trust in God. The beautiful in this world is all from his hand declaring the perfection of taste. He is the author of all form. He clothes the lily. He colors the rose. He distills the dewdrop. He makes the music of nature. In a word he organized us for this life and imposed its conditions, and they are such guarantee to me that, trustful as a little child, I leave to him the organization of my soul and every arrangement for the life after death. I know he loves me. The good man stopped and drank, and the hand carrying the cup to his lips trembled, and both Iris and Benher shared his emotion and remained silent. Upon the latter a light was breaking. He was beginning to see as never before that there might be a spiritual kingdom of more import to men than any earthly empire, and that after all a saviour would indeed be a more godly gift than the greatest king. I might ask you now, said Balthazar, continuing, whether this human life, so troubled and brief, is preferable to the perfect and everlasting life designed for the soul. But take the question and think of it for yourself, formulating thus. Supposing both to be equally happy, is one hour more desirable than one year? From that, then, advance to the final inquiry. What are three score and ten years on earth? To all eternity with God. By and by, son of her, thinking in such manner, you will be filled with the meaning of the fact I present you next, to me, the most amazing of all events, and in its effects, the most sorrowful. It is that the very idea of life as a soul is a light almost gone out in the world. Here and there, to be sure, a philosopher may be found who will talk to you of a soul, likening it to a principle. But because philosophers take nothing upon faith, they will not go the length of admitting a soul to be a being, and on that account its purposes can press darkness to them. Everything animate has a mind measurable by its wants. Is there to you no meaning in the singularity that power in full degree to speculate upon the future was given to man alone? By the sign, as I see it, God meant to make us know ourselves created for another and a better life, such being, in fact, the greatest need of our nature. But alas! Into what a habit the nations have fallen! They live for the day, as if the present were the all in all, and go about saying, There is no tomorrow after death. Or if there be, since we know nothing about it, be it a care unto itself. So when death calls them, come, they may not enter into enjoyment of the glorious afterlife because of their unfitness. That is to say, the ultimate happiness of man was everlasting life in the society of God. Alas! O son of her, that I should say it. But as well, Jan sleeping camel, constant in such society as the holiest priest this day, serving the highest altars in the most renowned temples. So much are man given to this lower earthly life. So nearly have they forgotten that other which is to come. See now, I pray you, that which is to be saved to us. For my part, speaking with the holiness of truth, I would not give one hour of life as a soul, for a thousand years of life as a man. Here the Egyptians seem to become unconscious of companionship and fall away into abstraction. This life has its problems, he said. And there are men who spend their days trying to solve them. But what are they to the problems of the hereafter? What is there like knowing God? Not a scroll of the mysteries, but the mysteries themselves would for that hour at least lie before me revealed. Even the innermost and most awful, the power which now we shrink from thought of, which rim the void with shores and lighted the darkness, and out of nothing appointed the universe. All places would be opened. I would be filled with divine knowledge. I would see all glories, taste all delights. I would revel in being. And if, at the end of the hour, it should please God to tell me, I take thee into my service forever, the furthest limit of desire would be passed, after which the attainable ambitions of life and its joys of whatever kind would not be so much as the tinkling of little bells. Balthasar paused as if to recover from very ecstasy of feeling, and to bend her it seemed the speech had been the delivery of a soul speaking for itself. I pray pardon, son of her. The good man continued with a bow, the gravity of which was relieved by the tender look that followed it. I meant to leave the life of a soul, its conditions, pleasures, superiority, to your own reflection and finding out. The joy of the thought has betrayed me into much speech. I set out to show, though ever so faintly, the reason of my faith. It grieves me that words are so weak. But help yourself to truth. Consider first the excellence of the existence which was reserved for us after death, and give heed to the feelings and impulses the thought is sure to awaken in you. Heed them, I say, because they are your own soul astir, doing what it can to urge you in the right way. Consider next that the afterlife has become so obscured as to justify calling it a lost light. If you find it, rejoice, oh son of her. Rejoice as I do, though in beggary of words. For then, besides the great gift which is to be saved to us, you will have found the need of a saviour so infinitely greater than the need of a king. And he, we are going to meet, will not longer hold place in your hope a warrior with a sword or a monarch with a crown. A practical question presents itself. How shall we know him at sight? If you continue in your belief as to his character, that he is to be a king as Herod was, of course, you will keep on until you meet a man clothed in purple and with a scepter. On the other hand, he I look for will be one poor, humble, undistinguished, a man in appearance as other men, and the sign by which I will know him will be never so simple. He will offer to show me and all mankind the way to the eternal life, the beautiful, pure life of the soul. The company sat a moment in silence which was broken by Balthazar. Let us arise now, he said. Let us arise and set forward again. What I have said has caused a return of impatience to see him who is ever in my thought. And if I seem to hurry you, O son of her, at you, my daughter, be that my excuse. At his signal the slave brought them wine and a skin bottle, and they poured and drank, and shaking the lap-cloths out arose. While the slave restored the tent and wares to the box under the houda, and the Arab brought up the horses, the three principles loved themselves in the pool. In a little while they were retracing their steps back through the wadi, intending to overtake the caravan if it had passed them by. End of Chapter. Book 7, Chapter 4, of Ben Hur. Ben Hur, a tale of the Christ. By Lou Wallace. Book 7, Chapter 4. The caravan stretched out upon the desert was very picturesque. Emotion, however, it was like a lazy serpent. By and by its stubborn dragging became intolerably irksome to Balthazar, patient as he was. So, at his suggestion, the party determined to go on by themselves. If the reader be young, or if he has yet a sympathetic recollection of the romanticisms of his youth, he will relish the pleasure with which Ben Hur, writing near the camel of the Egyptians, gave a last look at the head of the straggling column, almost out of sight on the shimmering plain. To be definite as may be, and perfectly confidential, Ben Hur found a certain charm in Eurus's presence. If she looked down upon him from her high place, he made haste to get near her. If she spoke to him, his heart beat out of its usual time. The desire to be agreeable to her was a constant impulse. Objects on the way, though ever so common, became interesting the moment she called attention to them. A black swallow in the air pursued by her pointing finger went off in a halo. If a bit of quartz, or a flake of mica, was seen to sparkle in the drab sand under kissing of the sun, at a word he turned aside and brought it to her. And if she threw it away in disappointment, far from thinking of the trouble he had been put to, he was sorry it proved so worthless, and kept a look out for something better, a ruby perchance a diamond. So the purple of the far mountains became intensely deep and rich if she distinguished it with an exclamation of praise, and when, now and then, the curtain of the Hauda fell down, it seemed a sudden dullness had dropped from the sky, bedraggling all the landscape. Thus disposed, yielding to the sweet influence, what shall save him from the dangers there are in days of the close companionship with the fair Egyptian incident to the solitary journey they were entered upon? For that there is no logic in love, nor the least mathematical element, it is simply natural that she shall fashion the result who has the wielding of the influence. To quicken the conclusion, there were signs, too, that she well knew the influence she was exercising over him. From some place under hand she had since morning drawn a call of golden coins, and adjusted it so the gleaming strings fell over her forehead and upon her cheeks, blending lustrously with the flowing of her blue-black hair. From the same safe deposit she had also produced articles of jewellery, rings for finger and ear, bracelets, a necklace of pearls, also a shawl embroidered with threads of fine gold, the effect of all which she softened with a scarf of Indian lace, skillfully folded about her throat and shoulders. And so arrayed, she plied Ben her with countless coquettries of speech and manner, showering him with smiles, laughing in flute-like tremolo, and all the while following him with glances, now melting tender, now sparkling bright, by such play Antony was weaned from his glory, yet she who wrought his ruin was really not half so beautiful as this her countrywoman. And so to them the nooning came and the evening. The sun at its going down behind a spur of the old Bashaan, left the party halted by a pool of clear water of the rains out in the Abilene Desert. There the tent was pitched, the supper eaten, and preparations made for the night. The second watch was Ben hers, and he was standing, spear in hand, within arm-reach of the dozing camel, looking a while at the stars, then over the veiled land. The stillness was intense, only after long spells a warm breath of wind would soft past, but without disturbing him, for yet in thought he entertained the Egyptian, recounting her charms, and sometimes debating how she came by his secrets, the uses she might make of them, and the course he should pursue with her. And through all the debate love stood off but a little way, a strong temptation, the stronger of a gleam of policy behind. At the very moment he was most inclined to yield to the allurement, a hand very fair, even in the moonless gloaming was laid softly upon his shoulder. The touch thrilled him. He started, turned, and she was there. I thought you asleep, he said presently. Sleep is for old people and little children, and I came out to look at my friends, the stars in the south, those now holding the curtains of midnight over the Nile, but confess yourself surprised. He took the hand which had fallen from his shoulder and said, Well, was it by an enemy? Oh, no, to be an enemy is to hate, and hating is the sickness which Isis will not suffer to come near me. She kissed me, you should know, on the heart when I was a child. Your speech does not sound in the least like your father's. Are you not of his faith? I might have been. And she laughed low. I might have been had I seen what he has. I may be when I get old like him. There should be no religion for youth, only poetry and philosophy, and no poetry except such as Isis the inspiration of wine and mirth and love, and no philosophy that does not not excuse for follies which cannot outlive a season. My father's God is too awful for me. I failed to find him in the Grove of Daphne. He was never heard of as present in the Atria of Rome. But, son of her, I have a wish. A wish? Where is he who could say it? No. I will try you. Tell it then. It is very simple. I wish to help you. She drew closer as she spoke. He laughed and replied lightly, Oh, Egypt, I came near saying dear Egypt, does not the Sphinx abide in your country? Well, you are one of its riddles. Be merciful and give me a little clue to help me understand you. In what do I need help? And how can you help me? She took her hand from him and turning to the camel, spoke to it endearingly, and patted its monstrous head as if it were a thing of beauty. Oh, thou last and swiftest and statelyest of the herds of Job! Sometimes thou too, goest stumbling, because the way is rough and stony, and the burden grievous. How is it thou knowest the kind intent, by a word? And always makeest answer gratefully, though the help offered is from a woman? I will kiss thee, thou royal brute. She stooped and touched its broad forehead with her lips, saying immediately, Because in thy intelligence there is no suspicion. And Ben Hur, restraining himself, said calmly, The reproach has not failed its mark, oh Egypt. I seem to say thee no. May it not be, because I am under seal of honour, and by my silence cover the lives and fortunes of others? Maybe, she said quickly, it is so. He shrank a step and asked, his voice sharp with amazement. What all knowest thou? She answered, after a laugh. Why do men deny that the senses of women are sharper than theirs? Your face has been under my eyes all day. I had but to look at it to see you bore some weight in mind, and to find the weight, what had I to do more than recall your debates with my father? Son of her. She lowered her voice with singular dexterity, and going nearer spoke so her breath was warm upon his cheek. Son of her. He thou art going to find, is to be king of the Jews, is he not? His heart beat fast and hard. A king of the Jews, like Herod, only greater. She continued. He looked away, into the night, up to the stars, then his eyes met hers and lingered there, and her breath was on his lips, so near was she. Since morning, she said further, We have been having visions. Now if I tell you mine, will you serve me as well? What? Silence still? She pushed his hand away and turned as if to go, but he caught her and said eagerly, Stay, stay and speak. She went back, and with her hand upon his shoulder, leaned against him, and he put his arm around her, and drew her close. Very close. And in the caress was the promise, she asked. Speak and tell me thy visions, O Egypt, dear Egypt! A prophet, nay, not the tishbite, not even the lawgiver, could have refused an asking of thine. I am at thy will. Be merciful, merciful, I pray. The entreaty passed apparently unheard, for looking up and nestling in his embrace, she said slowly, The vision which followed me was of magnificent war, war on land and sea, with clashing of arms and rush of armies, as if Caesar and Pompey were come again and Octavius and Antony. A cloud of dust and ashes arose and covered the world, and Rome was not any more. All dominion returned to the east. Out of the cloud issued another race of heroes, and there were vaster satrapies and priter crowns for giving away than were ever known. And, son of her, while the vision was passing, and after it was gone, I kept asking myself, What shall he not have, who serve the King earliest and best? Again Ben-Hur recoiled. The question was the very question which had been with him all day. Presently he fancied he had the clue he wanted. So, he said, I have you now. The satrapies and crowns are the things to which you would help me. I see. I see. And there never was such a queen as you would be, so shrewd, so beautiful, so royal? Never. But alas, dear Egypt, by the vision as you show at me, the prices are all of war, and you are but a woman, though Isis did kiss you on the heart, and crowns are starry gifts beyond your power of help, unless indeed you have a way to them more certain than that of the sword. If so, O Egypt, Egypt show at me, and I will walk in it, if only for your sake. She removed his arm and said, Spread your cloak upon the sand, here, so that I can rest against the camel. I will sit and tell you a story which came down the Nile to Alexandria where I had it. He did, as she said, first planting the spear in the crown nearby. And what shall I do? he said, roofily, when she was seated. In Alexandria is it customary for the listeners to sit or stand? From the comfortable place against the old domestic, she answered, laughing. The audiences of storytellers are willful and sometimes they do as they please. Without more adieu he stretched himself upon the sand and put her arm about his neck. I am ready, he said, and directly she began. How the beautiful came to the earth. You must know, in the first place, that Isis was, and for that matter she may yet be, the most beautiful of deities, and Osiris, her husband, though wise and powerful, was sometimes stung with jealousy of her, for only in their loves are the gods like mortals. The palace of the divine wife was of silver, crowning the tallest mountain in the moon, and thence she passed often to the sun, in the heart of which, a source of eternal light, Osiris kept his palace of gold, too shining for men to look at. One time there are no days with the gods. While she was full pleasantly with him on the roof of the golden palace, she chanced to look, and afar, just on the line of the universe, saw Indra passing with an army of simians, all born upon the backs of flying eagles. He, the friend of living things, so with much love his Indra called, was returning from his final war with the hideous Rakshakas, returning victorious, and in his suite were Rama, the hero, and Sita, his bride, who, next to Isis herself, was the very most beautiful. And Isis arose, and took off her girdle of stars, and waved it to Sita. To Sita, mind you, waved it in glad salute. And instantly, between the marching host and the two on the golden roof, a something as of night fell, and shut out the view. But it was not night, only the frown of Osiris. It happened, the subject of his speech that moment was such as none else than they could think of. And he arose and said, majestically, Get thee home, I will do the work myself. To make a perfectly happy being, I do not need thy help. Get thee gone. Now Isis had eyes large as those of the white cow, which in the temple eats sweet grasses from the hands of the faithful, even while they say their prayers. And her eyes were the color of the cows, and quite as tender. And she too arose and said, smiling as she spoke, so her look was little more than the glow of the moon in the hazy harvest month. Farewell, good my lord! You will call me presently, I know. For without me you cannot make the perfectly happy creature of which you were thinking any more. And she stopped to laugh, knowing well the truth of the saying, Any more, my lord, than you yourself can be perfectly happy without me. We will see, he said. And she went her way and took her needles and her chair, and on the roof of the silver palace sat watching and knitting. And the will of Osiris had labor in his mighty breast, was as the sound of the mills of all the other gods grinding at once, so loud that the near stars rattled like seeds in a parched pod. And some dropped out and were lost. And while the sound kept on she waited and knit, nor lost she ever a stitch the while. Soon a spot appeared in the space over towards the sun, and it grew until it was great as the moon. And then she knew a world was intended. But when, growing and growing, at last it cast her planet in the shade, all save the little point lighted by her presence, she knew how very angry he was. Yet she knit away, assured that the end would be as she had said. And so came the earth, at first but a cold gray mass hanging listless in the hollow void. Later she saw it separate into divisions, here a plain, there a mountain, yonder a sea, all as yet without a sparkle. And then, by a river bank, something moved, and she stopped her knitting for wonder. The something arose and lifted its hands to the sun in sign of knowledge whence it had its being. And this first man was beautiful to see. And about him were the creations we call nature, the grass, the trees, birds, beasts, even the insects and reptiles. And for a time the man went about happy in his life. It was easy to see how happy he was. And in the lull of the sound of the laboring will, ice has heard a scornful laugh, and presently the words blown across from the sun, thy help indeed, behold a creature perfectly happy. And ice has fell to knitting again, for she was patient as Osiris was strong. And if he could work, she could wait. And wait she did, knowing that mere life is not enough to keep anything content. And sure enough, not long until the divine wife could see a change in the man. He grew listless, and kept to one place prone by the river, and looked up but seldom, and then always with a moody face. Interest was dying in him. And when she made sure of it, even while she was saying to herself, the creature is sick of his being, there was a roar of the creative will at work again, and in a twinkling the earth, there to fore all a thing of coldest gray, flamed with colors, the mountains swam in purple, the plains bearing grass and trees turned green, the sea blue, and the clouds varied infinitely. And the man sprang up and clapped his hands for he was cured and happy again. And Isis smiled, and knit away, saying to herself, It is well thought, and will do a little while, but mere beauty in a world is not enough for such a being. My Lord must try again. With the last word, the thunder of the will at work shook the moon, and looking, Isis dropped her knitting and clapped her hands, for there to fore everything on the earth but the man had been fixed to a given place. Now all living, and much that was not living, received the gift of motion. The birds took to wing joyously. Beasts great and small went about, each in its way. The trees shook their verduous branches, nodding to the enamored winds. The rivers ran to the seas, and the seas tossed in their beds and rolled encrested waves, and with surging and ebbing painted the shores with glistening foam, and overall the clouds floated like sailed ships unanchored. And the man rose up happy as a child, where at Osiris was pleased so that he shouted, Ha ha, see how well I am doing without thee. The good wife took up her work, and answered ever so quietly, It was well thought, my lord, ever so well thought, and will serve a while. And as before so again, the sight of things in motion became to the man as of course. The birds in flight, the rivers running, the seas in tumult of action, ceased to amuse him, and he pineed again even worse. And Isis waited, saying to herself, Poor creature, he is more wretched than ever. And as if he heard the thought, Osiris stirred, and the noise of his will shook the universe. The sun in its central seat alone stood firm. And Isis looked but saw no change. Then while she was smiling, assured that her lord's last invention was sped, suddenly the creature arose, and seemed to listen. And his face brightened, and he clapped his hands for joy. For sounds were heard the first time on earth. Sounds dissonant, sounds harmonious. The winds murmured in the trees, the birds sang, each kind a song of its own, or chattered in speech. The rivulets running to the rivers became so many harpers with harps of silver strings, all tinkling together. And the rivers running to the seas surged on in solemn accord, while the seas beat the land to a tune of thunder. There was music, music everywhere, and all the time, so the man could not but be happy. Then Isis mused, thinking how well, how wondrous well, her lord was doing. But presently she shook her head. Color, motion, sound. And she repeated them slowly. There was no element else of beauty except form and light, and to them the earth had been born. Now indeed Osiris was done, and if the creature should again fall off into wretchedness, her help must be asked, and her fingers flew, two, three, five, even ten stitches she took at once. And the man was happy a long time, longer than ever before. It seemed indeed he could never tire again. But Isis knew better, and she waited and waited, nor minded the many laughs flung at her from the sun. She waited and waited, and at last saw signs of the end. Sounds became familiar to him, and in their range, from the chirping of the cricket under the roses to the roar of the seas, and the bellow of the clouds in storm, there was not anything unusual. And he pined and sickened, and sought his place of moping by the river, and at last fell down motionless. And Isis in pity spoke. My lord, she said, the creature is dying. But Osiris, though seeing it all, held his peace, he could do no more. Shall I help him? she asked. Osiris was too proud to speak. That Isis took the last stitch in her knitting, and gathering her work in a roll of brilliance, flung it off, flung it so it fell close to the man. And he, hearing the sound of the fall so nearby, looked up and low, a woman, the first woman, was stooping to help him. She reached a hand to him, he caught it in a rose, and nevermore was miserable but evermore happy. Such, O son of her, is the genius of the beautiful, as they tell it on the Nile. She paused. A pretty invention, and cunning, he said directly. But it is imperfect. What did Osiris afterwards? Oh, yes, she replied. He called the divine wife back to the sun, and they went on all pleasantly together, each helping the other. And shall I not do as the first man? He carried the hand resting upon his neck to his lips. In love, in love, he said. His head dropped softly into her lap. You will find the king, she said, placing your other hand caressingly upon his head. You will go on and find the king and serve him. With your sword you will earn his richest gifts, and his best soldier will be my hero. He turned his face and saw hers close above. In all the sky there was that moment nothing so bright to him as her eyes, and shadowed though they were. Presently he sat up and put his arms about her, and kissed her passionately, saying, Oh, Egypt, Egypt, if the king has crowns and gift, one shall be mine, and I shall bring it and put it here over the place my lips have marked. You shall be a queen. My queen, no one more beautiful, and we will be ever, ever so happy. And you will tell me everything and let me help you in all? She said, kissing him in return. The question chilled his fervor. Is it not enough that I love you? he asked. Perfect love means perfect faith, she replied. But never mind. You will know me better. She took her hand from him and arose. You are cruel, he said. Moving away she stopped by the camel and touched its front face with her lips. Oh thou noblest of thy kind, that because there is no suspicion in thy love. An instant, and she was gone. The third day of the journey the party nooned by the river Jabak, where there were a hundred or more men, mostly of Pereya, resting themselves and their beasts. Hardly had they dismounted before a man came to them with a pitcher of water and a bowl, and offered them drink. As they received the attention with much courtesy he said, looking at the camel, I am returning from the Jordan where just now there are many people from distant parts, travelling as you are, illustrious friend, but they had none of them the equal of your servant here. A very noble animal. May I ask of what breed he is sprung? Balthasar answered and sought his rest, but Ben Hur, more curious, took up the remark. At what place on the river are the people? he asked. At Bathabara. It used to be a lonesome ford, said Ben Hur. I cannot understand how it can have become of such interest. I see, the stranger replied, you too are from abroad and have not heard the good tidings. What tidings? Well, a man has appeared out of the wilderness, a very holy man, with his mouth full of strange words which take hold of all who hear them. He calls himself John the Nazarite, son of Zacharias, and says he is the messenger sent before the Messiah. Even Eris listened closely while the man continued. They say of this John that he has spent his life from childhood in a cave down by Ingeti, praying and living more strictly than the Essenes. Crowds go to hear him preach. I went to hear him with the rest. Have all these your friends been there? Most of them are going, a few are coming away. What does he preach? A new doctrine, one never before taught in Israel, as all say. He calls it repentance and baptism. The rabbis do not know what to make of him, nor do we. Some have asked him if he is the Christ, others if he is Elias, but to them all he has the answer, I am the voice of one crying in the wilderness, make straight the way of the Lord. At this point the man was called away by his friends, as he was going Balthazar spoke. Good stranger, he said tremulously, tell us if we shall find the preacher at the place you left him. Yes, at Bethabera. Who should this Nazarite be? said Benher to Eras, if not the herald of our king. In so short a time he had come to regard the daughter as more interested in the mysterious personage he was looking for than the aged father. Nevertheless the latter with a positive glow in his sunken eyes half arose and said, Let us make haste. I am not tired. They turned away to help the slave. There was little conversation between the three at the stopping place for the night, west of Ramath-Gilead. Let us arise early, son of her, said the old man. The Saviour may come and we not there. The king cannot be far behind his herald, Eras whispered as she prepared to take her place on the camel. Tomorrow we will see. Benher replied, kissing her hand. Next day about the third hour, out of the pass through which, skirting the base of Mount Gilead, they had journeyed since leaving Ramath, the party came upon the barren steppe east of the Sacred River. Opposite them they saw the upper limit of the old palm lands of Jericho, stretching off to the hill-country of Judea. Benher's blood ran quickly, for he knew the ford was close at hand. Content, you good Balthazar! he said. We are almost there. The driver quickened the camel's pace. Soon they caught sight of booths and tents and tethered animals, and then of the river, and a multitude collected down close by the bank, and yet another multitude on the western shore. Knowing that the preacher was preaching, they made greater haste. Yet, as they were drawing near, suddenly there was a commotion in the mass, and it began to break up and disperse. They were too late. Let us stay here, said Benher to Balthazar, who was wringing his hands. The Nazarite may come this way. The people were too intent upon what they had heard, and too busy in discussion, to notice the newcomers. When some hundreds were gone by, and it seemed the opportunity to so much as see the Nazarite was lost to the latter, up the river not far away they beheld a person coming towards them, of such singular appearance they forgot all else. Outwardly the man was rude and uncouth, even savage. Over a thin gaunt visage of the hue of brown parchment, over his shoulders and down his back below the middle, in witch-like locks, fell a covering of sun-scorched hair. His eyes were burning bright. All his right side was naked, and of the color of his face, and quite as meager. A shirt of the corset's camel's hair, corset's Bedouin tentcloth, clothed the rest of his person to the knees, being gathered at the waist by a broad girdle of untanned leather. His feet were bare. A scrip, also of untanned leather, was fastened to the girdle. He used a knotted staff to help him forward. His movement was quick, decided, and strangely watchful. Every little while he tossed the unruly hair from his eyes and peered round as if searching for somebody. The fair Egyptian surveyed the son of the desert with surprise, not to say, disgust. Presently, raising the curtain of the houda, she spoke to Ben Hur, who sat his horse nearby. Is that the herald of thy king? It is the Nazarite, he replied, without looking up. In truth, he was himself more than disappointed. Despite his familiarity with the ascetic, colonists in Ingeti, their dress, their indifference to all worldly opinion, their constancy to vows which gave them over to every imaginable suffering of body, and separated them from others of their kind as absolutely as if they had not been born like them. And notwithstanding he had been notified on the way to look for a Nazarite whose simple description of himself was a voice from the wilderness. Still, Ben Hur's dream of the king who was to be so great and do so much had colored all his thought of him, so that he never doubted to find in the forerunner some sign or token of the goodliness and royalty he was announcing. Gazing at the savage figure before him, the long trains of courtiers whom he had been used to see in the Thermae and Imperial corridors at Rome arose before him, forcing a comparison. Shocked, shamed, bewildered, he could only answer, It is the Nazarite. With Balthasar it was very different. The ways of God he knew were not as men would have them. He had seen the Saviour a child in a manger and was prepared by his faith for the rude and simple in connection with the divine reappearance, so he kept his seat, his hands crossed upon his breast, his lips moving in prayer. He was not expecting a king. In this time of such interest to the newcomers, and in which they were so differently moved, another man had been sitting by himself on a stone at the edge of the river, thinking yet, probably, of the sermon he had been hearing. Now, however, he arose and walked slowly up from the shore, in a course to take him across the line the Nazarite was pursuing, and bring him near the camel. And the two, the preacher and the stranger, kept on until they came, the former within twenty yards of the animal, the latter within ten feet. Then the preacher stopped and flung the hair from his eyes, looked at the stranger, threw his hands up as a signal to all the people in sight, and they also stopped, each in the pose of a listener, and when the hush was perfect, slowly the staff and the Nazarite's right hand came down and pointed to the stranger. All those who before were but listeners became watchers also. In the same instant, under the same impulse, Balthasar and Ben Hur fixed their gaze upon the man pointed out, and both took the same impression, only in different degree. He was moving slowly towards them in a clear space, a little to their front, a form slightly above the average in stature, and slender, even delicate. His action was calm and deliberate, like that habitual to men much given to serious thought upon grave subjects, and it well became his costume, which was an undergarment full-sleeved and reaching to the ankles, and an outer robe called the Taleth. On his left arm he carried the usual handkerchief for the head, the red fillet swinging loose down his side. Except the fillet and a narrow border of blue at the lower edge of the Taleth, his attire was of linen yellowed with dust and road-stains. Possibly the exception should be extended to the tassels, which were blue and white, as prescribed by law for rabbis. His sandals were of the simplest kind. He was without script or girdle or staff. These points of appearance, however, the three beholders observed briefly, and rather as accessories to the head and face of the man, which, especially the latter, were the real sources of the spell they caught in common with all who stood looking at him. The head was open to the cloudless light, except as it was draped with hair, long and slightly waved, imparted in the middle, and auburn in tint, with a tendency to reddish-golden where most strongly touched by the sun. Under a broad, low forehead, under black well-arched brows, beamed eyes dark blue and large, and softened to exceeding tenderness by lashes of the great length sometimes seen on children, but seldom if ever on men. As to the other features, it would have been difficult to decide whether they were Greek or Jewish. The delicacy of the nostrils and mouth was unusual to the latter type, and when it was taken into account with the gentleness of the eyes, the pallor of the complexion, the fine texture of the hair, and the softness of the beard, which fell in waves over his throat to his breast, never a soldier but would have laughed at him in encounter. Never a woman who would not have confided in him at sight, never a child that would not, with quick instinct, have given him its hand and whole artless trust, nor might any one have said he was not beautiful. The features, it should be further said, were ruled by a certain expression which, as the viewer chose, might with equal correctness have been called the effect of intelligence, love, pity, or sorrow. Though in better speech it was a blending of them all, a look easy to fancy as the mark of a sinless soul doomed to the sight and understanding of the utter sinfulness of those among whom it was passing. Yet with all no one could have observed the face with a thought of weakness in the man. So, at least, would not they who know that the qualities mentioned, love, sorrow, pity, are the results of a consciousness of strength to bear suffering oftener than strength to do. Such has been the might of martyrs and devotees and the myriads written down in saintly calendars, and such indeed was the heir of this one. Slowly he drew near, nearer the three. Now Ben Hur, mounted in spear in hand, was an object to claim the glance of a king. Yet the eyes of the man approaching were all the time raised above him, and not to Eris, whose loveliness had been so often remarked, but to Balthazar, the old and unserviceable. The hush was profound. Presently the Nazarite, still pointing with his staff, cried in a loud voice, Behold the Lamb of God which taketh away the sin of the world. The many standing still, arrested by the action of the speaker, and listening for what might follow, were struck with awe by words so strange and past their understanding. Upon Balthazar they were overpowering. He was there to see once more the Redeemer of men. The faith which it brought him the singular privileges of the time long gone, abode yet in his heart, and if now it gave him a power of vision above that of his fellows, a power to see and know him for whom he was looking. Better than calling the power a miracle, let it be thought of as the faculty of a soul not yet entirely released from the divine relations to which it had been formally admitted, whereas the fitting reward of a life in that age so without examples of holiness, a life itself a miracle. The ideal of his faith was before him, perfect in face, form, dress, action, age, and he was in its view, and the view was recognition. Ah! Now if something should happen to identify the stranger beyond all doubt. And that was what did happen. Exactly at the fitting moment, as if to assure the trembling Egyptian, the Nazarite repeated the outcry. Behold the Lamb of God which taketh away the sin of the world! The Nazar fell upon his knees. For him there was no need of explanation, and as if the Nazarite knew it, he turned to those more immediately about him staring in wonder and continued, This is he of whom I said, After me cometh a man which is preferred before me, for he was before me, and I knew him not, but that he should be manifest to Israel, therefore am I come baptizing with water. I saw the Spirit descending from heaven like a dove, and it abode upon him, and I knew him not, but he that sent me to baptize with water, the same said unto me, Upon whom thou shalt see the Spirit descending and remaining on him, the same as he which baptizeth with the Holy Ghost. And I saw and bear record that this, he paused, his staff still pointing at the stranger in the white garments, as if to give a more absolute certainty to both his words and the conclusions intended. I bear record that this is the Son of God. It is he, it is he! Balthasar cried with upraised tearful eyes. Next moment he sank down insensible. In this time it should be remembered Ben Hur was studying the face of the stranger, though with an interest entirely different. He was not insensible to its purity of feature, and its thoughtfulness, tenderness, humility, and holiness. But just then there was room in his mind for but one thought. Who is this man? And what? Messiah or king? Never was apparition more unroyal. Nay, looking at that calm, benignant countenance, the very idea of war and conquest and lust of dominion smote him like a profanation. He said as if speaking to his own heart, Balthasar must be right in Simonite's wrong. This man has not come to rebuild the throne of Solomon. He has neither the nature nor the genius of Herod. King he may be, but not of another and greater than Rome. It should be understood now that this was not a conclusion with Ben Hur, but an impression merely, and while it was forming, while yet he gazed at the wonderful countenance his memory began to throw in struggle. Surely, he said to himself, I have seen the man, but where and when? That the look so calm, so pitiful, so loving, had somewhere in a past time beamed upon him as that moment it was beaming upon Balthasar became an assurance. Fadely at first, at last a clear light, a burst of sunshine, the scene by the well at Nazareth, what time the Roman guard was dragging him to the galleys, returned, and all his being thrilled. Those hands had helped him when he was perishing. The face was one of the pictures he had carried in mind ever since. In the effusion of feeling excited, the explanation of the preacher was lost by him, all but the last words, words so marvellous that the world yet rings with them. This is the Son of God. Ben Hur leaped from his horse to render homage to his benefactor, but Iris cried to him, Help, son of her, help, or my father will die! He stopped, looked back, then hurried to her assistance. She gave him a cup, and leaving the slave to bring the camel to its knees, he ran to the river for water. The stranger was gone when he came back. At last Balthasar was restored to consciousness. Stretching forth his hands he asked feebly, Where is he? Who? asked Iris. An intense instant interest shone upon the good man's face as if a last wish had been gratified, and he answered, He, the Redeemer, the Son of God, whom I have seen again. Believe us thou so? Iris asked in the low voice of Ben Hur. The time is full of wonders. Let us wait, was all he said. And next day while the three were listening to him the Nazarite broke off in mid-speech, saying reverently, Behold the Lamb of God! Looking to where he pointed, they beheld the stranger again. As Ben Hur surveyed the slender figure and holy, beautiful countenance compassionate to sadness, a new idea broke upon him. Balthasar is right. So is Simonides. May not the Redeemer be a king also? And he asked one at his side, Who is the man walking yonder? The other laughed mockingly and replied, He is the Son of a carpenter over at Nazareth.