I wait for Miriam and the women who went after her dancing and singing." She caught his feeling, and, with ready wit, wove it into her speech.
"Very well, my son.

If you can hear the timbrel of the prophetess, you can do what I was about to ask; you can use your fancy, and stand with me, as if by the wayside, while the chosen of Israel pass us at the head of the procession.

Now they come--the patriarchs first; next the fathers of the tribes.

I almost hear the bells of their camels and the lowing of their herds.

Who is he that walks alone between the companies?
An old man, yet his eye is not dim, nor his natural force abated.