Other
Read books online » Other » Ben Hur Lew Wallace (black male authors .TXT) 📖

Book online «Ben Hur Lew Wallace (black male authors .TXT) 📖». Author Lew Wallace



1 ... 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 ... 194
Go to page:
and get you gone before any at the well see you here. Nay, I forgot⁠—it is too late! You must remain now and share our doom. Rise, I say!”

Amrah rose to her knees, and said, brokenly and with clasped hands, “O good mistress! I am not false⁠—I am not wicked. I bring you good tidings.”

“Of Judah?” and as she spoke, the widow half withdrew the cloth from her head.

“There is a wonderful man,” Amrah continued, “who has power to cure you. He speaks a word, and the sick are made well, and even the dead come to life. I have come to take you to him.”

“Poor Amrah!” said Tirzah, compassionately.

“No,” cried Amrah, detecting the doubt underlying the expression⁠—“no, as the Lord lives, even the Lord of Israel, my God as well as yours, I speak the truth. Go with me, I pray, and lose no time. This morning he will pass by on his way to the city. See! the day is at hand. Take the food here⁠—eat, and let us go.”

The mother listened eagerly. Not unlikely she had heard of the wonderful man, for by this time his fame had penetrated every nook in the land.

“Who is he?” she asked.

“A Nazarene.”

“Who told you about him?”

“Judah.”

“Judah told you? Is he at home?”

“He came last night.”

The widow, trying to still the beating of her heart, was silent awhile.

“Did Judah send you to tell us this?” she next asked.

“No. He believes you dead.”

“There was a prophet once who cured a leper,” the mother said thoughtfully to Tirzah; “but he had his power from God.” Then addressing Amrah, she asked, “How does my son know this man so possessed?”

“He was travelling with him, and heard the lepers call, and saw them go away well. First there was one man; then there were ten; and they were all made whole.”

The elder listener was silent again. The skeleton hand shook. We may believe she was struggling to give the story the sanction of faith, which is always an absolutist in demand, and that it was with her as with the men of the day, eyewitnesses of what was done by the Christ, as well as the myriads who have succeeded them. She did not question the performance, for her own son was the witness testifying through the servant; but she strove to comprehend the power by which work so astonishing could be done by a man. Well enough to make inquiry as to the fact; to comprehend the power, on the other hand, it is first necessary to comprehend God; and he who waits for that will die waiting. With her, however, the hesitation was brief. To Tirzah she said,

“This must be the Messiah!”

She spoke not coldly, like one reasoning a doubt away, but as a woman of Israel familiar with the promises of God to her race⁠—a woman of understanding, ready to be glad over the least sign of the realization of the promises.

“There was a time when Jerusalem and all Judea were filled with a story that he was born. I remember it. By this time he should be a man. It must be⁠—it is he. Yes,” she said to Amrah, “we will go with you. Bring the water which you will find in the tomb in a jar, and set the food for us. We will eat and be gone.”

The breakfast, partaken under excitement, was soon despatched, and the three women set out on their extraordinary journey. As Tirzah had caught the confident spirit of the others, there was but one fear that troubled the party. Bethany, Amrah said, was the town the man was coming from; now from that to Jerusalem there were three roads, or rather paths⁠—one over the first summit of Olivet, a second at its base, a third between the second summit and the Mount of Offence. The three were not far apart; far enough, however, to make it possible for the unfortunates to miss the Nazarene if they failed the one he chose to come by.

A little questioning satisfied the mother that Amrah knew nothing of the country beyond the Cedron, and even less of the intentions of the man they were going to see, if they could. She discerned, also, that both Amrah and Tirzah⁠—the one from confirmed habits of servitude, the other from natural dependency⁠—looked to her for guidance; and she accepted the charge.

“We will go first to Bethphage,” she said to them. “There, if the Lord favor us, we may learn what else to do.”

They descended the hill to Tophet and the King’s Garden, and paused in the deep trail furrowed through them by centuries of wayfaring.

“I am afraid of the road,” the matron said. “Better that we keep to the country among the rocks and trees. This is feast-day, and on the hillsides yonder I see signs of a great multitude in attendance. By going across the Mount of Offence here we may avoid them.”

Tirzah had been walking with great difficulty; upon hearing this her heart began to fail her.

“The mount is steep, mother; I cannot climb it.”

“Remember, we are going to find health and life. See, my child, how the day brightens around us! And yonder are women coming this way to the well. They will stone us if we stay here. Come, be strong this once.”

Thus the mother, not less tortured herself, sought to inspire the daughter; and Amrah came to her aid. To this time the latter had not touched the persons of the afflicted, nor they her; now, in disregard of consequences as well as of command, the faithful creature went to Tirzah, and put her arm over her shoulder, and whispered, “Lean on me. I am strong, though I am old; and it is but a little way off. There⁠—now we can go.”

The face of the hill they essayed to cross was somewhat broken with pits, and ruins of old structures; but when at last they stood upon the top to rest, and looked at the spectacle presented

1 ... 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 ... 194
Go to page:

Free ebook «Ben Hur Lew Wallace (black male authors .TXT) 📖» - read online now

Comments (0)

There are no comments yet. You can be the first!
Add a comment