Your parents are dead, your brothers might protect you, but should the people lay hands on them, the same stones on which you cross the stream would drag you down into the depths with them." "And were I your wife, you also," replied Miriam, her thick eye-brows contracting in a heavy frown.
"I will take the risk," Hur answered.

"The destinies of all are in God's hands, my faith is as firm as yours, and behind me stands the tribe of Judah, who follow me and Naashon as the sheep follow the shepherds.
Old Nun and the Ephraimites are with us, and should matters come to the worst, it would mean perishing according to God's will, or in faithful union, power, and prosperity, awaiting old age in the Promised Land." Miriam fearlessly gazed full into his stern eyes, laid her hand on his arm, and answered: "Those words are worthy of the man whom I have honored from childhood, and who has reared such sons; but I cannot be your wife." "You cannot ?" "No, my lord, I cannot." "A hard sentence, but it must suffice," replied the other, his head drooping in sorrow; but Miriam exclaimed: "Nay, Hur, you have a right to ask the cause of my refusal, and because I honor you, I owe you the truth.

Another man of our race reigns in my heart.

He met me for the first time when I was still a child.

Like your son and grandson, he has lived among the Egyptians, but the summons of our God and of his father reached him as did the message to your sons, and like Uri and Bezaleel, he showed himself obedient.