"If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.

If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my

mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy," the Maccabee

said, half to himself.

The boy heard him, but his patient's words merged with the dream that

held him entranced. The Maccabee went on.

"So said the Psalmist to himself," he said. "What had he to do for

Jerusalem; what did he fear would win him away from that labor for

Jerusalem, that he took that vow? It was easy enough to revile

Babylon, the oppressor, that stood between him and Jerusalem; but what

if he had been the captive of beauty, and chained by the bonds of

lovely hair!"

The boy turned now and looked at the Maccabee. The eyes of the two met

fair. Then the Maccabee unburdened his soul and told of the girl to

this child, who was a Christian and a humble shepherd in the starved

hills of Judea.

"I met her," the boy said after a long silence. "And by what I learned

of her spirit that night, she will not be happy to know that you have

stepped aside for her sake."

"You met her, also; and you loved her, too?"

The boy assented gravely. The Maccabee slowly lifted his eyes from the

young shepherd's face, till they rested on the slope of sky filled

with stars visible through the open door.

"And she would have me go on to this city, to the one who awaits me

there and whom I shall not be glad to see; take up the labor that will

be robbed of its chief joy in its success and live the long, long days

of life without her?"

The boy made no answer to this; he knew that this white-faced man was

wrestling with himself and comment from him was not expected. By the

light of the failing fire without, he saw that face sober, take on

shadow and grow immeasurably sad. The minutes passed and he knew that

the Maccabee would not speak again.

Thereafter followed three days of silence, except the essential

communication or the mutterings of the Maccabee against his weakness

and unsteadiness. On the fourth day the Maccabee declared that he was

able to travel. Joseph protested, but not for long. He had learned in

the sojourn of his guest that this man was in the habit of doing as he

pleased. So the shepherd sighed and let him go reluctantly.

"But," he insisted to the last moment, "remember that Pella is a City

of Refuge. If Jerusalem ceases to be hospitable, come to Pella."

A thought struck him.

"She," he said in a low tone, "promised that she would come."




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