Something else was needed to make their future as dignified and beautiful as he had beheld it before his mind's eye on his journey to the mines.
But what was it, what name did this other need bear?
He began to rack his brain to discover it, and while, with closed lids, he permitted his thoughts to rove to the other nations whom he had known in war and peace, in order to seek among them the one thing his own people lacked, sleep overpowered him and a dream showed him Miriam and a lovely girl, who looked like Kasana as she had so often rushed to meet him when a sweet, innocent child, followed by the white lamb which Nun had given to his favorite many years before.
Both figures offered him a gift and asked him to choose one or the other.

Miriam's hand held a heavy gold tablet, at whose top was written in flaming letters: "The Law!" and which she offered with stern severity.

The child extended one of the beautifully-curved palm-leaves which he had often waved as a messenger of peace.
The sight of the tablet filled him with pious awe, the palm-branch waved a friendly greeting and he quickly grasped it.

But scarcely was it in his hand ere the figure of the prophetess melted into the air like mist, which the morning breeze blows away.

In painful astonishment he now gazed at the spot where she had stood, and surprised and troubled by his strange choice, though he felt that he had made the right one, he asked the child what her gift imported to him and to the people.
She waved her hand to him, pointed into the distance, and uttered three words whose gentle musical sound sank deep into his heart.