“I do not know,” answered Owen, “and it troubles me not at all.  I go to carry out my mission, and in this way or in that it will be carried out.  John, if you are fearful or unbelieving leave me to go alone.”

“Nay, father, I am not fearful; yet, father, I would have you understand.  Yonder there are men who can work wizardry. Wow! I know, for I have seen it, and they will demand from you magic greater than their magic.”

“What of it, John?”

“Only this, my father, that if they ask and you fail to give, they will kill you.  You teach beautiful things, but say, are you a wizard?  When the child of a woman yonder lay dead, you could not raise it as did the Christ; when the oxen were sick with the pest, you could not cure them; or at least, my father, you did not, although you wept for the child and were sorry at the loss of the oxen.  Now, my father, if perchance they ask you to do such things as these yonder, or die, say what will happen?”

“One of two things, John:  either I shall die or I shall do the things.”

“But”—­hesitated John—­“surely you do not believe that——­” and he broke off.

Owen turned round and looked at his disciple with kindling eyes.  “I do believe, O you of little faith!” he said.  “I do believe that yonder I have a mission, and that He Whom I serve will give me power to carry out that mission.  You are right, I can work no miracles; but He can work miracles Whom everything in heaven and earth obeys, and if there is need He will work them through me, His instrument.  Or perhaps He will not work them, and I shall die, because thus His ends will best be forwarded.  At the least I go in faith, fearing nothing, for what has he to fear who knows the will of God and does it?  But to you who doubt, I say—­leave me!”

The man spread out his hands in deprecation; his thick lips trembled a little, and something like a tear appeared at the corners of his eyes.

“Father,” he said, “am I a coward that you should talk to me thus?  I, who for twenty years have been a soldier of my king and for ten a captain in my regiment?  These scars show whether or no I am a coward,” and he pointed to his breast, “but of them I will not speak.  I am no coward, else I had not gone upon that errand of yours.  Why, then, should you reproach me because my ears are not so open as yours, as my heart has not understanding?  I worship that God of Whom you have taught me, but He never speaks to me as He does to you.  I never meet Him as I walk at night; He leaves me quite alone.  Therefore it is that I fear that when the hour of trial comes He may desert you; and unless He covers you with His shield, of this I am sure, that the spear is forged which shall blush red in your heart, my father.  It is for you that I fear, who are so gentle and tender; not for myself, who am well accustomed to look in the eyes of Death, and who expect no more than death.”

“Forgive me,” said Owen hastily, for he was moved; “and be sure that the shield will be over us till the time comes for us to pass whither we shall need none.”