I only urge that, in view of this time of war, of contending prophecies and of all known peril, that we should keep her, who is our one ewe lamb, our tender flower, our Rose of Sharon, yet within shelter until the signs are manifest and the purpose of the Lord God is made clear." He turned to her slowly.

There was pain on his face, suffering that she knew her words had evoked and, more than that, a yearning to relent.

She was ashamed and not hopeful, but her mother-love was stronger than her wifely pity.
"Must I command you, Hannah ?" he asked.
Her figure, drawn up with the intensity of her wishfulness, relaxed.
Her head drooped and slowly she turned away.

Costobarus looked after her and struggled with rising emotion.

But the curtain dropped behind her and left him alone.
A moment later the curtains over the arch parted and a middle-aged Jew, richly habited, stood there.