Then, with a sigh of relief, he turned his face toward the canvas wall of the tent, saying quietly: "Now I will go to sleep." But Hosea laid his hand on his shoulder, exclaiming imperiously: "Say it again." The youth obeyed, but this time he repeated the words in a low, careless tone, then saying beseechingly: "Let me rest now," put his hand under his cheek and closed his eyes.
Hosea let him have his way, carefully applied a fresh bandage to his burning head, extinguished the light, and flung more fuel on the smouldering fire outside; but the alert, resolute man performed every act as if in a dream.

At last he sat down, and propping his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, stared alternately, now into vacancy, and anon into the flames.
Who was this God who summoned him through Miriam's lips to be, under His guidance, the sword and shield of His people?
He was to be known by a new name, and in the minds of the Egyptians the name was everything "Honor to the name of Pharaoh," not "Honor to Tharaoh" was spoken and written.

And if henceforward he was to be called Joshua, the behest involved casting aside his former self, and becoming a new man.
The will of the God of his fathers announced to him by Miriam meant no less a thing than the command to transform himself from the Egyptian his life had made him, into the Hebrew he had been when a lad.

He must learn to act and feel like an Israelite! Miriam's summons called him back to his people.

The God of his race, through her, commanded him to fulfil his father's expectations.