"But for this thought that links me with my G.o.d, and leads my temper to a higher state, how vain and sad, how wearisome and void, were this said world they think of! But for this thought, I could sit down and die.
Yea! my great heart could crack, worn out, worn out; my mighty pa.s.sions, with their fierce but flickering flame, sink down and die; and the strong brain that ever hath urged my course, and p.r.i.c.ked me onward with perpetual thought, desert the rudder it so long hath held, like some baffled pilot in blank discomfiture, in the far centre of an unknown sea.
"Study and toil, anxiety and sorrow, mighty action, perchance Time, and disappointment, which is worse than all, have done their work, and not in vain. I am no longer the same Jabaster that gazed upon the stars of Caucasus. Methinks even they look dimmer than of yore. The glory of my life is fading. My leaves are sear, tinged, but not tainted. I am still the same in one respect; I have not left my G.o.d, in deed or thought. Ah!
who art thou?"
"A friend to Israel."
"I am glad that Israel hath a friend. n.o.ble Abi-dan, I have well considered all that hath pa.s.sed between us. Sooth to say, you touched upon a string I"ve played before, but kept it for my loneliness; a jarring tune, indeed a jarring tune, but so it is, and being so, let me at once unto your friends, Abi-dan."
"n.o.ble Jabaster, thou art what I deemed thee."
"Abidan, they say the consciousness of doing justly is the best basis of a happy mind."
"Even so."
"And thou believest it?"
"Without doubt."
"We are doing very justly?"
""Tis a weak word for such a holy purpose."
"I am most wretched!"
The High Priest and his companion entered the house of Abidan. Jabaster addressed the already a.s.sembled guests.
"Brave Scherirah, it joys me to find thee here. In Israel"s cause when was Scherirah wanting? Stout Zalmunna, we have not seen enough of each other: the blame is mine. Gentle prophetess, thy blessing!
"Good friends, why we meet here is known to all. Little did we dream of such a meeting when we crossed the Tigris. But that is nothing. We come to act, and not to argue. Our great minds, they are resolved: our solemn purpose requires no demonstration. If there be one among us who would have Israel a slave to Ishmael, who would lose all we have prayed for, all we have fought for, all we have won, and all for which we are prepared to die, if there be one among us who would have the Ark polluted, and Jehovah"s altar stained with a Gentile sacrifice, if there be one among us who does not sigh for Zion, who would not yield his breath to build the Temple and gain the heritage his fathers lost, why, let him go! There is none such among us: then stay, and free your country!"
"We are prepared, great Jabaster; we are prepared, all, all!"
"I know it; you are like myself. Necessity hath taught decision. Now for our plans. Speak, Zalmunna."
"n.o.ble Jabaster, I see much difficulty. Alroy no longer quits his palace. Our entrance unwatched is, you well know, impossible. What say you, Scherirah?"
"I doubt not of my men, but war against Alroy is, to say nought of danger, of doubtful issue."
"I am prepared to die, but not to fail," said Abidan. "We must be certain. Open war I fear. The ma.s.s of the army will side with their leaders, and they are with the tyrant. Let us do the deed, and they must join us."
"Is it impossible to gain his presence to some sacrifice in honour of some by-gone victory; what think ye?"
"I doubt much, Jabaster. At this moment he little wishes to sanction our national ceremonies with his royal person. The woman a.s.suredly will stay him. And, even if he come, success is difficult, and therefore doubtful."
"n.o.ble warriors, list to a woman"s voice," exclaimed the prophetess, coming forward. ""Tis weak, but with such instruments, even the aspirations of a child, the Lord will commune with his chosen people.
There is a secret way by which I can gain the gardens of the palace.
To-morrow night, just as the moon is in her midnight bower, behold the accursed pile shall blaze. Let Abidan"s troops be all prepared, and at the moment when the flames first ascend, march to the Seraglio gate as if with aid. The affrighted guard will offer no opposition. While the troops secure the portals, you yourselves, Zalmunna, Abidan, and Jabaster, rush to the royal chamber and do the deed. In the meantime, let brave Scherirah, with his whole division, surround the palace, as if unconscious of the mighty work. Then come you forward, show, if it need, with tears, the fated body to the soldiery, and announce the Theocracy."
"It is the Lord who speaks," said Abidan, who was doubtless prepared for the proposition. "He has delivered them into our hands."
"A bold plan," said Jabaster, musing, "and yet I like it. "Tis quick, and that is something. I think "tis sure."
"It cannot fail," exclaimed Zalmunna, "for if the flame ascend not, still we are but where we were."
"I am for it," said Scherirah.
"Well, then," said Jabaster, "so let it be. Tomorrow"s eve will see us here again prepared. Good night."
"Good night, holy Priest. How seem the stars, Jabaster?"
"Very troubled; so have they been some days. What they portend I know not."
"Health to Israel."
"Let us hope so. Good night, sweet friends."
"Good night, holy Jabaster. Thou art our cornerstone."
"Israel hath no other hope but in Jabaster."
"My Lord," said Abidan, "remain, I pray, one moment."
"What is"t? I fain would go."
"Alroy must die, my Lord, but dost thou think a single death will seal the covenant?"
"The woman?"
"Ay! the woman! I was not thinking of the woman. Asriel, Ithamar, Medad?"
"Valiant soldiers! doubt not we shall find them useful instruments. I do not fear such loose companions. They follow their leaders, like other things born to obey. Having no head themselves, they must follow us who have."
"I think so too. There is no other man who might be dangerous?"
Zalmunna and Scherirah cast their eyes upon the ground. There was a dead silence, broken by the prophetess.
"A judgment hath gone forth against Honain!" "Nay! he is Lord Jabaster"s brother," said Abidan.
"It is enough to save a more inveterate foe to Israel, if such there be."
"I have no brother, Sir. The man you speak of I will not slay, since there are others who may do that deed. And so again, good night."
It was the dead of night, a single lamp burned in the chamber, which opened into an arched gallery that descended by a flight of steps into the gardens of the Serail.
A female figure ascended the flight with slow and cautious steps. She paused on the gallery, she looked around, one foot was in the chamber.
She entered. She entered a chamber of small dimensions, but richly adorned. In the farthest corner was a couch of ivory, hung with a gauzy curtain of silver tissue, which, without impeding respiration, protected the slumberer from the fell insects of an Oriental night. Leaning against an ottoman was a large brazen shield of ancient fashion, and near it some helmets and curious weapons.