it, and
God bless you!"

So saying, he motioned with his trembling hand to where Ali and the
muleteer brought in the burden of food behind him.

And when the poor souls could believe it at last, that he whom they had
looked for as their judge had come as their saviour, their hearts surged
within them. Their hunger left them, and only the children could eat.
For a moment they stood in silence about Israel, and their tears stained
their wasted faces. And Israel, in their midst, tasted a new joy in his
new poverty such as his riches had never brought him--no, not once in
all the days of his old prosperity.

At length an old man--he was a Muslim--looked steadily into Israel's
face and said, "May the God of Jacob bless thee also, brother!"

After that they all recovered their voices and began to thank him out of
their blind gratitude, falling to their knees at his feet as before, yet
with hearts so different.

"May the Father of the fatherless requite thee!"

"May the child of thy wife be blessed!"

"Stop," he cried; "stop! you don't know what you are saying."

He turned away from them with a look of pain, as if their words had
stung him. They followed him and touched his kaftan with their lips;
they pushed their children under his hands for his blessing.

"No, no," he cried; "no, no, no!"

Then he passed out of the place with rapid steps and fled from the town
like one who was ashamed.

CHAPTER XV

THE MEETING ON THE SOK

Although Israel did not know it, and in the hunger of his heart he would
have given all the world to learn it, yet if any man could have peered
into the dark chamber where the spirit of Naomi had dwelt seventeen
years in silence, he would have seen that, dear as the child was to the
father, still dearer and more needful was the father to the child. Since
her mother left her he had been eyes of her eyes and ears of her ears,
touching her hand for assent, patting her head for approval, and guiding
her fingers to teach them signs.

Thus Israel was more to Naomi than any father before to any daughter,
more to her than mother or sister or brother or kindred; for he was her
sole gateway to the world she lived in, the one alley whereby her spirit
gazed upon it, the key that opened the closed doors of her soul; and
without him neither could the world come in to her, nor could she go out
to the world. Soft and beautiful was the commerce between them, mute on
one side of all language save te