Night Travelling

: Hebrew Heroes

The enforced hastiness of Zarah's departure rendered it perhaps less

painful than it would otherwise have been. Zarah had little time to

indulge in tender regrets on leaving a spot which memory still peopled

with loved forms, giving a life to lifeless objects, making the table

at which Hadassah had sat so often, the wheel at which she had spun,

the plants that she had nurtured, things too precious to be parted from

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hout a pang. There was little which Zarah could take with her in a

litter; save the parchments, some articles of dress and her few jewels,

all must be left behind.



Yet at this time of peril, while the wound inflicted by bereavement was

yet unhealed, Zarah felt a spring of happiness which she had believed

could never flow again, rising within her young heart. "Lycidas is an

adopted son of Abraham! Lycidas, one of God's chosen people!" That

thought sufficed to make Zarah's soft eyes bright and her step buoyant,

to flood her spirit with hope and delight. Not that Zarah forgot

Hadassah in her new sense of happiness; on the contrary, the memory of

the sainted dead was linked with each thought of joy, and served to

make it more holy.



"How Hadassah would have praised and blessed God for this!" reflected

Zarah. "Her words were the seeds of truth which fell on the richest of

soils, where the harvest now gladdens her child. It was she who first

saved the precious life of my Lycidas, and then led his yet more

precious soul to the Fount of Salvation! Had Lycidas never listened to

the voice of my mother, he had been an idolater still!"



It was with more of pleasure than of apprehension that Zarah, timid as

was her nature, anticipated the journey before her. Lycidas was to be

her protector, Lycidas would be near her, his presence seemed to bring

with it safety and joy.



"And may it not be thus with all the future journey of life?" whispered

hope to the maiden. "Will Judas Maccabeus make any very strong

opposition to the union of his kinswoman to a proselyte, when he finds

that her happiness is involved in it, and that Lycidas will be a

gallant defender of the faith which he has adopted as his own?" Zarah

felt some anxiety and doubt upon this question, but nothing approaching

to despair. The maiden had little idea of the intensity of the

affection concentrated upon herself by one who was wont to restrain

outward expression of his feelings; she feared that Judas might be

offended and displeased, but never imagined that she had the power of

making him wretched. Was such a mighty hero, such an exalted leader,

likely to care for the heart of a simple girl? Love was a weakness to

which Zarah deemed that so calm and lofty a being as Maccabeus could

scarce condescend. But is the forest oak less strong and majestic

because spring drapes its branches with thousands of blossoms, or are

those blossoms less truly flowers because their hue is too like that of

the foliage to strike a careless beholder? Maccabeus, with his

thoughtful reserved disposition, would as little have talked of his

affection for Zarah as he would of the pulsations of his heart; but

both were a part of his nature, a necessity of his existence.



Joab was punctual to his appointment. An hour after dark the clatter

of horses' hoofs was heard on the lonely hill-path which led to the

house of Hadassah. Anna cautiously unclosed the door, peering forth

anxiously to see whether those who came were friends or foes.



"It is my Lord Lycidas!" she joyfully exclaimed, as the horseman who

rode in front drew his rein at the door.



The Athenian found Zarah and her attendant ready to start, and in a few

minutes the two were seated in the horse-litter conducted by Joab, the

crimson curtains were drawn, and the travellers departed from the

lonely habitation upon their perilous journey.



The weather at this advanced season was cold, almost frosty, at night;

but Lycidas was glad of the cessation of the heavy rains which had, as

usual, heralded the approach of winter. The night was cloudless and

clear, the azure vault was spangled with stars.



After some windings amongst the hills, the party entered the long

valley of Rephaim, rich with corn-fields, vineyards, and orchards. The

corn had long since been garnered, the grapes had been gathered, but

the fig-trees were still laden with fruit. Zarah noticed little of the

scenery around her, though brilliant star-light rendered it faintly

visible. The rough motion of the litter over rocky roads precluded

conversation, even had Zarah been disposed to enter into it with her

attendant. The rocking of the litter rather invited sleep, and after

the maiden had been for about an hour and a half slowly pursuing her

journey, drowsiness was stealing over her, when she was startled by a

sudden shock, which, though not violent, was sufficient somewhat to

alarm, and thoroughly to arouse her.



"Has anything happened?" asked the maiden, partly drawing back one of

the crimson curtains of her litter. Lycidas had dismounted, and was at

her side in a moment.



"It is a trifling matter," he said; "be not alarmed, dear lady. One of

the thongs has given way; Joab will speedily set all to rights; I only

regret the delay."



"Where are we now?" asked Zarah.



"Close to the village of Bethlehem," was the Athenian's reply.



"Ah! I must look upon Bethlehem again!" cried Zarah with emotion,

drawing the curtain further back, so as to obtain a wider view of the

dim landscape of swelling hills and soft pastures. "My loved mother

Hadassah was wont to bring me every year to this place; she called its

stones the Memorial of the Past, and the Cradle of the Future."



"I know that Bethlehem is a place of great historical interest,"

observed Lycidas, glancing around; "it was here that David, the

anointed shepherd, watched his flock, and encountered the lion and the

bear. And it was here that the gentle Ruth gleaned barley amongst the

reapers of Boaz." The young Greek was well pleased to show his

recently-acquired knowledge of sacred story.



"Yes; my mother was wont to point out to me the very spots where events

took place which must ever render them dear to the Hebrews," observed

Zarah. "But Hadassah always said that the chief interest of Bethlehem

lies in the future rather than in the past. It is here," Zarah

reverentially lowered her voice as she went on--"it is here that

Messiah the Prince shall be born, as has been revealed to us by a

prophet."



"One would scarcely deem this village to be a place likely to be so

honoured," observed Lycidas.



"Ah! you remind me of what my dear mother once said in reply to words

of mine, spoken several years ago, when I was very young," said Zarah.

"'It will be a long time before the Prince can come,' I observed, 'for

I have looked on every side, and cannot see so much as the first stone

laid of the palace in which He will be born.'--'Think you, child,' said

Hadassah, 'that a building ten thousand times more splendid than that

raised by Solomon would add a whit to His glory? The presence of the

king makes the palace, though it should be but a cave. Does it

increase the value of the diamond if the earth in which it lies

embedded show a few spangles of gold dust?'--I have never forgotten

that gentle reproof," continued Zarah, "and it makes me look with

something of reverence even on such a building as that mean inn which

we see yonder, for who can say that the Prince of Peace may not be born

even in a place so lowly!"



As Joab was still occupied in repairing the thong, Lycidas, standing

bridle in hand beside Zarah's litter, went on with the conversation.



"The mind of Hadassah," he observed, "seemed especially to dwell upon

humiliation, suffering and sacrifice in connection with the mysterious

Being for whose advent she looked--we all look. If her view be

correct, it may be possible that not only the death, but the earthly

life of the Messiah may be one long sacrifice from the cradle to the

grave."



The conversation then turned to themes less lofty, till Joab had

succeeded in effecting the slight needful repairs. Lycidas then

remounted his horse, and the party resuming their journey, Bethlehem

was soon left behind them.



It is unnecessary to describe that night-journey, or tell how Lycidas

and his companions passed the site of King Solomon's pleasure-grounds,

his "gardens, and orchards and pools of water;" or how the road then

led over the succession of barren hills which extend southward as far

as Hebron. Travelling was slow and tedious, the road rough, and the

horses grew weary. Lycidas was too anxious to place his charge in

safety, to permit of a halt for refreshment and rest on the way. The

Greek's uneasiness on Zarah's account was increased as, towards dawn,

they met parties of peasants fleeing, as they said, from the Syrians,

who, like a vast cloud of locusts, were carrying devastation through

the land. Lycidas felt that danger was on all sides; he knew not

whether to advance or to retreat; responsibility weighed heavily upon

him, and he almost envied the stolid composure with which the hardy

Joab trudged on his weary way. The Athenian would not disturb the

serenity of Zarah's mind by imparting to her the anxious cares which

perplexed his own. Lycidas was touched by the implicit confidence

placed by the gentle girl in his power to protect and guide her; and he

was thankful that while with him eye, ear, brain, were strained to the

utmost to detect the most remote approach of danger, the weary Zarah in

her litter was able to enjoy the refreshment of sleep.



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