Here the warrior interrupted the maiden’s words, to which he had listened earnestly, yet with increasing disappointment: 

“Ay, I have obeyed you and the Most High.  But what it cost me you disdain to ask.  Your story has reached the present time, yet you have made no mention of the days following my mother’s death, during which you were our guest in Tanis.  Have you forgotten what first your eyes and then your lips confessed?  Have the day of your departure and the evening on the sea, when you bade me hope for and remember you, quite vanished from your memory?  Did the hatred Moses implanted in your heart kill love as well as every other feeling?”

“Love?” asked Miriam, raising her large eyes mournfully to his.  “Oh no.  How could I forget that time, the happiest of my life!  Yet from the day Moses returned from the wilderness by God’s command to release the people from bondage—­three months after my separation from you—­I have taken no note of years and months, days and nights.”

“Then you have forgotten those also?” Hosea asked harshly.

“Not so,” Miriam answered, gazing beseechingly into his face.  “The love that grew up in the child and did not wither in the maiden’s heart, cannot be killed; but whoever consecrates one’s life to the Lord.....”

Here she suddenly paused, raised her hands and eyes rapturously, as if borne out of herself, and cried imploringly:  “Thou art near me, Omnipotent One, and seest my heart!  Thou knowest why Miriam took no note of days and years, and asked nothing save to be Thy instrument until her people, who are, also, this man’s people, received what Thou didst promise.”

During this appeal, which rose from the inmost depths of the maiden’s heart, the light wind which precedes the coming of dawn had risen, and the foliage in the thick crown of the sycamore above Miriam’s head rustled; but Hosea fairly devoured with his eyes the tall majestic figure, half illumined, half veiled by the faint glimmering light.  What he heard and saw seemed like a miracle.  The lofty future she anticipated for her people, and which must be realized ere she would permit herself to yield to the desire of her own heart, he believed that he was hearing to them as a messenger of the Lord.  As if rapt by the noble enthusiasm of her soul, he rushed toward her, seized her hand, and cried in glad emotion:  “Then the hour has come which will again permit you to distinguish months from days and listen to the wishes of your own soul.  For to I, Joshua, no longer Hosea, but Joshua, come as the envoy of the Lord, and my message promises to the people whom I will learn to love as you do, new prosperity, and thus fulfils the promise of a new and better home, bestowed by the Most High.”

Miriam’s eyes sparkled brightly and, overwhelmed with grateful joy, she exclaimed: 

“Thou hast come to lead us into the land which Jehovah promised to His people?  Oh Lord, how measureless is thy goodness!  He, he comes as Thy messenger.”