“Proud-spirited, and well spoken, like all her race,” muttered Benoni.  Still he stroked his beard and hesitated.

“Be pleased to give your answer,” said the President, “that we may finish our discussion before the hour of evening prayer.  To help you to it, remember one thing—­we ask no new conditions.”  Benoni glanced up quickly and the President added:  “Those of which we have received a copy, that you swore to and signed in the presence of Marcus the Roman, are enough for us.”

Now it was Miriam’s turn to look, first up and then down.  As for her grandfather, he turned white with anger, and broke into a bitter laugh.

“Now I understand——­”

“——­that the arm of the Essenes is longer than you thought, since it can reach from here to Rome,” said the President.

“Ay! that you can plot with Romans.  Well, be careful lest the sword of these Romans prove longer than you thought and reach even to your hearts, O you peaceful dwellers in the desert!” Then, as though he feared some answer, he added quickly, “I am minded to return and leave this maiden with you to dispose of as you think fit.  Yet I will not do so, for she is very fair and gracious, and with the wealth that I can give her, may fill some high place in the world.  Also—­and this is more to me—­I am old and draw near my end and she alone has my blood in her veins.  Therefore I will agree to all your terms, and take her home with me to Tyre, trusting that she may learn to love me.”

“Good,” said the President.  “To-morrow the papers shall be prepared and signed.  Meanwhile we pray you to be our guest.”

Next evening signed they were accordingly, Benoni agreeing without demur to all that the Essenes asked on behalf of her who had been their ward, and even assigning to her a separate revenue during his lifetime.  Indeed, now that he had seen her, so loth was he to part with this new-found daughter, that he would have done still more had it been asked of him, lest she should be spirited from his sight, as, did he refuse, might well happen.

Three days later Miriam bade farewell to her protectors, who accompanied her by hundreds to the ridge above the village.  Here they stopped, and seeing that the moment of separation was at hand, Miriam’s tears began to flow.

“Weep not, beloved child,” said Ithiel, “for though we part with you in body, yet shall we always be with you in the spirit, now in this life, and as we think, after this life.  Moreover, by night and day, we shall watch over you, and if any attempt to harm you—­” here he glanced at Benoni, that brother-in-law to whom he bore but little love—­“the very winds will bear us tidings, and in this way or that, help will come.”

“Have no fear, Ithiel,” broke in Benoni, “my bond, which you hold, is good and it will be backed by love.”

“That I believe also,” said Miriam; “and if it be so, grandsire, I will repay love for love.”  Then she turned to the Essenes and thanked them in broken words.