And, as a prelude to that change in his way of life which he meant to bring to pass he sent his men and mules ahead of him, emptied his pockets of all that he should not need on his journey, and prepared to return to his own country on foot and alone.  The men had first gaped in amazement, and then laughed in derision; and finally they had gone their ways by themselves, telling all who encountered them that the Sultan at Fez had stripped their master of everything, and that he was coming behind them penniless.

But, knowing nothing of this graceless service.  Israel began his homeward journey with a happy heart.  He had less than thirty dollars in his waistband of the more than three hundred with which he had set out from Tetuan; he was a hundred and fifty miles from that town, or five long days’ travel; the sun was still hot, and he must walk in the daytime.  Surely the Lord would see it that never before had any man done so much to wipe out God’s displeasure as he was now doing and yet would do.  He had said nothing of Naomi to the Mahdi even when he told him of his vision; but all his hopes had centred in the child.  The lot of the sin-offering must be gone from her now, and in the resurrection he would meet her without shame.  If he had brought fruits meet to repentance, then must her debt also be wiped away.  Surely never before had any child been so smitten of God, and never had any father of an afflicted child bought God’s mercy at so dear a price!

Such were the thoughts that Israel cherished secretly, though he dared not to utter them, lest he should seem to be bribing God out of his love of the child.  And thus if his heart was glad as he turned towards home, it was proud also, and if it was grateful it was also vain; but vanity and pride were both smitten out of it in an hour, before he went through the gates of Fez (wherein he had slept the night preceding), by three sights which, though stern and pitiful, were of no uncommon occurrence in that town and province.

First, it chanced that as he was passing from the south-east of the new town of Fez to the gate that is at the north-west corner, going by the high walls of the Sultan’s hareem, where there is room for a thousand women, and near to the Karueein mosque that is the greatest in Morocco and rests on eight hundred pillars, he came upon two slaveholders selling twelve or fourteen slaves.  The slaves were all girls, and all black, and of varying ages, ranging from ten years to about thirty.  They had lately arrived in caravans from the Soudan, by way of Tafilet and the Wargha, and some of them looked worn from the desert passage.  Others were fresh and cheerful, and such as had claims to negro beauty were adorned, after their doubtful fashion, or the fancy of their masters, with love-charms of silver worn about their necks, with their fingers pricked out with hennah, and their eyelids darkened with kohl.  Thus they were drawn up in a line for public auction; but before