Again he glanced from the statue to his companion’s eyes, and at last he spoke, in a deep smooth voice, in the Hebrew tongue.

“Nebuchadnezzar the king is gathered to his fathers, and his son also, and Nabonnedon Belshazzar reigns in his stead, yet have I endured to this day, in Babylon, these threescore and seven years, since Nebuchadnezzar the king destroyed our place upon the earth and led us away captive.  Unto this day, Zoroaster, have I endured, and yet a little longer shall I stand and bear witness for Israel.”

The old man’s eyes flashed, and his strong aquiline features assumed an expression of intense vitality and life.  Zoroaster turned to him and spoke softly, almost sadly: 

“Say, O Daniel, prophet and priest of the Lord, why does the golden image seem to smile to-day?  Are the times accomplished of thy vision which thou sawest in Shushan, in the palace, and is the dead king glad?  I think his face was never so gentle before to look upon,—­surely he rejoices at the feast, and the countenance of his image is gladdened.”

“Nay, rather then should his face be sorrowful for the destruction of his seed and of his kingdom,” answered the prophet somewhat scornfully.  “Verily the end is at hand, and the stones of Babylon shall no longer cry out for the burden of the sins of Belshazzar, and the people call upon Bel to restore unto life the King Nebuchadnezzar; nay, or to send hither a Persian or a Mede to be a just ruler in the land.”

“Hast thou read it in the stars, or have thine eyes seen these things in the visions of the night, my master?” The boy came nearer to the aged prophet and spoke in low earnest tones.  But Daniel only bent his head, till his brow touched his ebony staff, and so he remained, deep in thought.

“For I also have dreamed,”—­continued Zoroaster, after a short pause,—­“and my dream took hold of me, and I am sorry and full of great weariness.  Now this is the manner of my dreaming.”  He stopped and glanced down the great nave of the hall through the open porch at the other end.  The full glory of the red sun, just touching the western plain, streamed upon his face and made the tables, the preparations and the crowd of busy serving-men look like black shadows between him and the light.  But Daniel leaned upon his staff and spoke no word, nor moved from his position.

“I saw in my dream,” said Zoroaster, “and there was darkness; and upon the winds of the night arose the sound of war, and the cry and the clash of battle, mighty men striving one with another for the mastery and the victory, which should be to the stronger.  And I saw again, and behold it was morning, and the people were led away captive, by tens, and by hundreds, and by thousands, and the maidens also and young women into a far country.  And I looked, and the face of one of the maidens was as the face of the fairest among the daughters of thy people.  Then my heart yearned for her, and I would have followed after into the captivity; but darkness came upon me, and I saw her no more.  Therefore am I troubled and go heavily all the day.”