His lips were bloodless as he stared at the unequally matched pair.  A jeering laugh seemed the only fitting answer to such a surprise, but Miriam’s grave face helped him to repress it and conceal the tumult of his soul by trivial words.

But he felt that he could not long succeed in maintaining a successful display of indifference, so he took leave of Miriam.  He must greet his father, he said hastily, and induce him to summon the elders.

Ere he finished several shepherds hurried up, disputing wrathfully and appealed to Hur to decide what place in the procession belonged to each tribe.  He followed them, and as soon as Miriam found herself alone with Joshua, she said softly, yet earnestly, with beseeching eyes: 

“A hasty deed was needful to sever the tie that bound us, but a loftier hope unites us.  As I sacrificed what was dearest to my heart to remain faithful to my God and people, do you, too, renounce everything to which your soul clings.  Obey the Most High, who called you Joshua!  This hour transformed the sweetest joy to bitter grief; may it be the salvation of our people!  Remain a son of the race which gave you your father and mother!  Be what the Lord called you to become, a leader of your race!  If you insist on fulfilling your oath to Pharaoh, and tell the elders the promises with which you came, you will win them over, I know.  Few will resist you, but of those few the first will surely be your own father.  I can hear him raise his voice loudly and angrily against his own dear son; but if you close your ears even to his warning, the people will follow your summons instead of God’s, and you will rule the Hebrews as a mighty man.  But when the time comes that the Egyptian casts his promises to the winds, when you see your people in still worse bondage than before and behold them turn from the God of their fathers to again worship animal-headed idols, your father’s curse will overtake you, the wrath of the Most High will strike the blinded man, and despair will be the lot of him who led to ruin the weak masses for whose shield the Most High chose him.  So I, a feeble woman, yet the servant of the Most High and the maiden who was dearer to you than life, cry in tones of warning:  Fear your father’s curse and the punishment of the Lord!  Beware of tempting the people.”

Here she was interrupted by a female slave, who summoned her to her house—­and she added in low, hurried accents:  “Only this one thing more.  If you do not desire to be weaker than the woman whose opposition roused your wrath, sacrifice your own wishes for the welfare of yonder thousands, who are of the same blood!  With your hand on these stones you must swear . . . .”

But here her voice failed.  Her hands groped vainly for some support, and with a loud cry she sank on her knees beside Hur’s token.

Joshua’s strong arms saved her from falling prostrate, and several women who hurried up at his shout soon recalled the fainting maiden to life.