“It is like the glory of the ark of the covenant,” he gasped, and threw his arm across his blinded eyes, shuddering with rapture.

He could not uncover his face, and it was as he lay quaking with an unearthly joy that he first thought he heard sounds of music as remotely distant as the lights.

“Is it on earth?” he panted.  “Is it on earth?”

He struggled to his knees.  He had heard of miracles and wonders of old, and of the past ages when the sons of God visited the earth.

“Glory to God in the highest!” he stammered again and again and again.  “Glory to the great Jehovah!” and he touched his forehead seven times to the earth.

Then he beheld a singular thing.  When he had gone to sleep a flock of sheep had been lying near him on the grass.  The flock was still there, but something seemed to be happening to it.  The creatures were awakening from their sleep as if they had heard something.  First one head was raised, and then another and another and another, until every head was lifted, and every one was turned toward a certain point as if listening.  What were they listening for?  Zia could see nothing, though he turned his own face toward the climbing road and listened with them.  The floating radiance was so increasing in the sky that at this point of the mountain-side it seemed no longer to the night, and the far-away paeans held him breathless with mysterious awe.  Was the sound on earth?  Where did it come from?  Where?

“Praised be Jehovah!” he heard his weak and shaking young voice quaver.

Some belated travelers were coming slowly up the road.  He heard an ass’s feet and low voices.

The sheep heard them also.  Had they been waiting for them?  They rose one by one—­the whole flock—­to their feet, and turned in a body toward the approaching sounds.

Zia stood up with them.  He waited also, and it was as if at this moment his soul so lifted itself that it almost broke away from his body—­ almost.

Around the curve an ass came slowly bearing a woman, and led by a man who walked by his side.  He was a man of sober years and walked wearily.  Zia’s eyes grew wide with awe and wondering as he gazed, scarce breathing.

The light upon the hillside was so softly radiant and so clear that he could

[Illustration with caption:  “Zia’s eyes grew wide with awe and wondering as he gazed, scarce breathing”—­Page 38]

see that the woman’s robe was blue and that she lifted her face to the stars as she rode.  It was a young face, and pale with the pallor of lilies, and her eyes were as stars of the morning.  But this was not all.  A radiance shone from her pure pallor, and bordering her blue robe and veil was a faint, steady glow of light.  And as she passed the standing and waiting sheep, they slowly bowed themselves upon their knees before her, and so knelt until she had passed by and was out of sight.  Then they returned to their places, and slept as before.