ilky, after having
bartered the corn from her father's lands for cattle of his most famous
breed--and what his son had told him of Kasana had been well fitted to
increase his regard for her.
He beheld in the archer's daughter the most charming young girl in Tanis
and, had she been the child of Hebrew parents, he would have rejoiced to
wed her to his son.
To find his darling in such a state caused the old man grief so profound
that bright tears ran down upon his snowy beard and his voice trembled
as, while greeting her, he saw the blood-stained bandage on her
shoulder.
After she had been laid on his couch, and Nun had placed his own chest
of medicines at the disposal of the skilful prophetess, Miriam asked the
men to leave her alone with the suffering Egyptian, and when she
again called them into the tent she had revived the strength of
the severely-wounded girl with cordials, and bandaged the hurt more
carefully than had been possible before.
Kasana, cleansed from the blood-stains and with her hair neatly
arranged, lay beneath the fresh linen coverings like a sleeping child
just on the verge of maidenhood.
She was still breathing, but the color had not returned to cheeks or
lips, and she did not open her eyes until she had drunk the cordial
Miriam mixed for her a second time.
The old man and his grandson stood at the foot of her couch, and each
would fain have asked the other why he could not restrain his tears
whenever he looked at this stranger's face.
The certainty that Kasana was wicked and faithless, which had so
unexpectedly forced itself upon Ephraim, had suddenly turned his
heart from her and startled him back into the right path which he had
abandoned. Yet what he had heard in her tent had remained a profound
secret, and as he told his grandfather and Miriam that she had
compassionately interceded for the prisoners, and both had desired to
hear more of her, he had felt like a father who had witnessed the crime
of a beloved son, and no word of the abominable things he had heard had
escaped his lips.
Now he rejoiced that he had kept silence; for whatever he might have
seen and heard, this fair creature certainly was capable of no base
deed.
To the old man she had never ceased to be the lovely child whom he had
known, the apple of his eye and the joy of his heart. So he gazed with
tender anxiety at the features convulsed by pain and, when she at last
opened her eyes, smiled at her with patern
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