[The Brethren by H. Rider Haggard]@TWC D-Link bookThe Brethren CHAPTER Eighteen: Wulf Pays for the Drugged Wine 3/32
Dismounting, and bidding the horse stand, which it would do like a dog, he walked forward a few steps to where there was a rock, and, kneeling down, began to pray with all the strength of his pure, warrior heart. "O Lord," he prayed, "Who once wast man and a dweller in these mountains, and knowest what is in man, hear me.
I am afraid for all the thousands who sleep round Nazareth; not for myself, who care nothing for my life, but for all those, Thy servants and my brethren.
Yes, and for the Cross upon which Thou didst hang, and for the faith itself throughout the East.
Oh! give me light! Oh! let me hear and see, that I may warn them, unless my fears are vain!" So he murmured to Heaven above and beat his hands against his brow, praying, ever praying, as he had never prayed before, that wisdom and vision might be given to his soul. It seemed to Godwin that a sleep fell on him--at least, his mind grew clouded and confused.
Then it cleared again, slowly, as stirred water clears, till it was bright and still; yet another mind to that which was his servant day by day which never could see or hear those things he saw and heard in that strange hour. Lo! he heard the spirits pass, whispering as they went; whispering, and, as it seemed to him, weeping also for some great woe which was to be; weeping yonder over Nazareth.
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