Part 7 (1/2)

Abishai left the dwelling of Hada.s.sah with a perturbed spirit, unwilling to own to himself that views so widely differing from his own could have any foundation in truth. The idea of a rejected, suffering, dying Messiah was beyond measure repugnant to the soul of the Hebrew.

”See what comes of concentrating all the powers of the mind on abstruse study!” Abishai muttered to himself as he descended the hill.

”Hada.s.sah is going mad; her judgment is giving way under the strain.”

[1] Of course, the Hebrew roll was not divided into chapters; they are but given for facility of reference.

[2] ”G.o.d,” in the original, is ”Elohim,” a _plural_ word.

CHAPTER XII.

TRIALS OF THE HEART.

For the first time in the course of her life, Zarah dreaded a meeting with Hada.s.sah. Though the season was now so far advanced that the heat of the sun was great, the maiden lingered on the shadeless housetop, leaning her brow against the parapet, listlessly gazing towards Jerusalem, but with her mind scarcely taking in the objects upon which her eyes were fixed. Was it a foreboding of coming sorrow, or a feeling of self-reproach, that brooded over the maiden's soul? Zarah was afraid to a.n.a.lyze her own feelings: she only knew that her heart was very heavy.

Nearly two hours thus pa.s.sed. The sun had now approached the horizon, and the heat was less oppressive. Zarah heard the slow step of Hada.s.sah ascending the stair, and rose to meet her, but with a sensation of fear. The remembrance of that look of sad displeasure, such as had never been turned upon her before, had haunted the mind of the conscious girl. Was Hada.s.sah angry with her daughter? Would she come to probe a heart which had never from childhood kept a secret from one so tenderly loved? Zarah was afraid to raise her eyes to Hada.s.sah's when they met, lest she should encounter that stern look again; but never had the aged lady's face worn an expression of greater tenderness than it did when, on the housetop, she rejoined the child of her love.

”Have you been here in the heat of the sun, my dove, letting the fierce rays beat on your unveiled face?” said Hada.s.sah, after printing a kiss on the maiden's brow. ”Nay, I must chide you, my Zarah. Seat yourself where yon tall palm now throws its shadow, and I will sit beside you.

We will talk of the glorious tidings which Abishai brought to us to-day.”

It was a great relief to Zarah to hear that such was to be the subject of the coming conversation. She glanced timidly up into the face of Hada.s.sah; and, quite rea.s.sured by what she saw there, took her favourite place at her grandmother's feet.

”Is it not evident,” pursued Hada.s.sah, ”that the arm of the Lord is stretched out to fight for Judah---that His blessing goes with Judas Maccabeus? Do you not rejoice, Zarah, in the victory which has been won by our Hebrew heroes?”

”I do rejoice; I thank G.o.d for it,” replied the maiden. ”I hope that a time is coming when we shall go forth, like the women of Israel in olden time, who went singing and dancing to meet Saul and David, after the triumph over the Philistines.”

”David, when he slew Goliath and won the hand of a king's daughter, deserved not more of his country than does Maccabeus,” observed Hada.s.sah. ”Are you not proud of your kinsman, my child?”

”All Judaea is proud of her hero,” said Zarah.

”Happy the woman whom he shall choose as his bride!” cried Hada.s.sah.

The maiden gave no reply.

”Zarah, why should I longer conceal from you what has so long been in my thoughts?” said the aged lady, after a pause of some minutes'

duration. ”Why should you not know of the high honour awaiting my daughter? From your early childhood both Mattathias, our revered kinsman--on whose grave be peace!--and myself have looked forward to the future espousals of my loved Zarah and Judas.”

”Judas! Oh, no, no!” exclaimed Zarah, suddenly withdrawing her trembling hand from that of her grandmother, in which it had been clasped. ”He is wedded to his country; he will never think of taking a wife.” She spoke rapidly, and with some emotion.

”His toils and triumphs may, and I trust will, lead to future peace,”

said Hada.s.sah. ”Then may he enjoy the happiness which he has earned so well. Will you not give it to him, Zarah--you, whose very name signifies 'brightness'?”

”I honour Maccabeus as a hero; I could reverence him as my prince; I would kneel and wash the dust from his feet, or cut off my long hair to string his bow; but I cannot be his bride,” exclaimed Zarah. ”I am so weak, so unworthy! It would be like mating the eagle with the sparrow that sits on the housetops. Maccabeus is the n.o.blest of men.”

”Blessed the wife who can so honour her lord!” said Hada.s.sah.

”I do honour Maccabeus from the depths of my soul; but--but I fear him,” faltered Zarah.

”Were you a Syrian you might say so,” observed Hada.s.sah, with a faint approach to a smile; ”but not as a daughter of Judah. Terrible as he is to his country's foes, to armed oppressors, no maiden had ever cause to dread Maccabeus. The sharp thorns of the cactus make it an impenetrable fence which the strongest intruder cannot break through; yet bears it brilliant flowers and refres.h.i.+ng fruit. The strong war-horse tramples down the enemy in battle; but in peace the little child unharmed may play with his mane. The bravest are the most gentle. Judas is no exception to this rule. Pure-hearted and true, he is one to make a woman happy.”