in your life, the easier it
will be to turn from temptation--to hate the thing that inspires it. If
you really love him you simply cannot do what will pain him."

"But the temptation to act hastily, to speak unkindly, comes upon me so
often, Manasseh, that I grow discouraged."

"The only safety is in always looking Above for help. Believe me, Asru,
I speak from experience. Temptation in itself is not sin; the yielding
to it is. Little by little the temptations bother us less, and we grow
in grace. You know this is expected of us. Paul speaks of 'perfecting
holiness in the fear of the Lord.' He says, too, 'The weapons of our
warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of
strongholds.' He said, also, to the Philippians, 'It is God that worketh
in you, both to will and to do of his good pleasure,' and the Lord
himself has said, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for my strength is
made perfect in weakness.' So, Asru, my friend, the whole secret is in
accepting that gift, in knowing him, and in keeping the soul in a
constant state of openness for the working of the Holy Spirit--a
'pray-without-ceasing' attitude in which one's whole life is resolved
into the prayer: 'Thy will, not mine, be done.'"

Asru regarded Manasseh curiously.

"How is it, young as you are," he said, "that these things are so plain
to you?"

"Ah, you forget," said Manasseh, "what a blessed home training I have
had, and that from my childhood I have had Yusuf for my counsellor. For
these Christian friends of my childhood, I never cease to be thankful."

Asru turned his face away. "And I, too, have children, Manasseh," he
said in a low voice, "children who, with their mother, are little better
than idolaters, and I have never told them differently."

"But you will teach them?" returned Manasseh.

"Ah, yes, if God spares me through this perilous time I shall teach
them."

"Have you heard or seen aught of Kedar, lately?" asked Manasseh,
abruptly.

"In the Battle of the Ditch I saw him for a moment, charging furiously
against one of Abu Sofian's divisions. He was in advance of the rest,
riding with his head bent in the teeth of the tempest. On a knoll above
me, I saw him for a moment, between me and the sky, his hair and long
sash streaming in the wind; then the rain came, and I saw him no more.
Aye, but he is a brave lad!"

"Poor cousin!" said Manasseh. "It is misplaced bravery. Would he were
one of us!"

"He is not a C