he reentered the hall.
There she flung her arms above her head and laughed silently.
"Of a truth, I take peace with me, and I leave discord behind!"
[1] Shadoof--a pole with a bucket attached, like the old well-sweep,
used by rustics to dip water from the Nile.
CHAPTER XXXII
RACHEL'S REFUGE
Rachel stood by the parapet on the top of the Memphian house of
Har-hat. About her were no evidences of her former serfdom. She wore
an ample robe of white linen, with blue selvages heavily fringed.
About her neck was the collar of gold. The costume was distinctly
Israelitish, elaborated somewhat at the suggestion of Masanath, to whom
Rachel's golden beauty was a never-lessening wonder. Compared to the
tiny gorgeous lady, Rachel was as a tall lily to a mimosa.
Masanath was comfortably pillowed on cushions, close to the Israelite.
The rose-leaf flush on her little face was subdued and her dark eyes
were larger than usual. The physical discomforts of the plagues had
overtaken her; and Rachel, the only one of all the household who had
passed unscathed through the troublous time, had been so tender a nurse
that Masanath recovered with reluctance.
This was the Egyptian's first day on the housetop, and she was not
happy. The great pots of glazed earthenware, each a small garden in
size, were filled with baked earth. The locusts had taken her flowers.
In the park below the grass was gone and the palm trees were
shadowless. Her chariot horses had died in the stables; her pets had
drooped and perished; her birds were missing one morning, and Rachel
said they had flown to Goshen, where there were grain and grasses.
Furthermore, the year of freedom had almost expired and she began to
anticipate sorrowfully.
The period of the Israelite's residence with Masanath had been
uneventful save for those grim, momentous days of plague and loss.
Deborah had survived the removal to comfort in Memphis only a month.
The brutal injuries inflicted by the servants of Har-hat had been too
severe for her age-enfeebled frame to repair. So she died, blessing
the two young girls who had attended her, and promising peace and
happiness to come. Then they laid her in a new tomb cut in the rock
face of the Libyan hills and wrote on her sarcophagus:
"She departed out of the land of Mizraim before her people."
And this was prophecy.
Thus was Rachel left, but for Masanath, entirely alone. None of the
afflictions had overtaken
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