David wept as he listened.
When the tale was finished he spoke bitterly: "'Twas she--the Beloved.
My father was put to death, his property seized, his wife and children dragged to captivity.

My heart is faint with sorrow.

God! I weary of thy slowness.
"Send, quickly send the new king, whose arrows shall fly as the lightning Making the mighty afraid and the proud to bow low and the wicked to tremble." For a moment they rode in silence.

David was first to speak.
"Forgive me," said he, with fear of his imprudence.

"My tongue has gone too far.