Then he looked at Naomi, and remembered that her heart was clear as the water, and sweet as the morning, and pure as the snow.
And at that moment the wife of the Governor cheered again, and again the people echoed her, and even the women on the housetops made bold to take up her cry with their cooing ululation.

The playing had ceased, the spell had dissolved, Naomi's fingers had fallen from the harp, her head had dropped into her breast, and with a sigh she had sunk forward on to her face.
"Take her in!" said the wife of Ben Aboo, and two Arab soldiers stepped up to where the little maiden lay.

But before they had touched her Israel strode out with swollen lips and distended nostrils.
"Stop!" he cried.
The Arabs hesitated, and looked towards their master.
"Do as you are bidden--take her in!" said Ben Aboo.
"Stop!" cried Israel again, in a loud voice that rang through the court.
Then, parting the Arabs with a sweep of his arms, he picked up the unconscious maiden, and faced about on the new wife of Ben Aboo.
"Madam," he cried, "I, Israel ben Oliel, may belong to the Governor, but my child belongs to me." So saying, he passed out of the court, carrying the girl in his arms, and in the dead silence and blank stupor of that moment none seemed to know what he had done until he was gone.
Israel went home in his anger; but nevertheless, out of this event he found courage in his heart to begin his task again.

Let his enemies bleat and bark "Beelzebub," yet the child was an angel, though suffering for his sin, and her soul was with God.

She was a spirit, and the songs she had played were the airs of paradise.