Ah, I pray you, tell me the truth!" Miriam, who was kneeling beside her, found courage to answer: "Yes, you poor young creature, the wound is deep, but whatever my skill can accomplish shall be done to preserve your life as long as possible." The words sounded kind and full of compassion, yet the deep voice of the prophetess seemed to hurt Kasana; for her lips quivered painfully while Miriam was speaking, and when she ceased, her eyes closed and one large tear after another ran down her cheeks.

Deep, anxious silence reigned around her until she again raised her lashes and, fixing her eyes wearily on Miriam, asked softly, as if perplexed by some strange spectacle: "You are a woman, and yet practise the art of the leech." "My God has commanded me to care for the suffering ones of our people," replied the other.
The dying girl's eyes began to glitter with a restless light, and she gasped in louder tones, nay with a firmness that surprised the others: "You are Miriam, the woman who sent for Hosea." And when the other answered promptly and proudly: "It is as you say!" Kasana continued: "And you possess striking, imperious beauty, and much influence.

He obeyed your summons, and you--you consented to wed another ?" Again the prophetess answered, this time with gloomy earnestness: "It is as you say." The dying girl closed her eyes once more, and a strange proud smile hovered around her lips.

But it soon vanished and a great and painful restlessness seized upon her.

The fingers of her little hands, her lips, nay, even her eyelids moved perpetually, and her smooth, narrow forehead contracted as if some great thought occupied her mind.
At last the ideas that troubled her found utterance and, as if roused from her repose, she exclaimed in terrified accents: "You are Ephraim, who seemed like his son, and the old man is Nun, his dear father.