Half-maddened by a coward's fear, and thought
Only of how he might be rid of us.
What comfort could there be for him, what hope
For us, in the rude prophet's misty word?
RUAHMAH:
It is the very word for which I prayed!
My trust was not in princes; for the crown,
The sceptre, and the purple robe are not
Significant of vital power. The man
Who saves his brother-men is he who lives
His life with Nature, takes deep hold on truth,
And trusts in God. A prophet's word is more
Than all the kings on earth can speak. How far
Is Dothan?
SOLDIER:
Lady, 'tis but three hours' ride
Along the valley southward.
RUAHMAH:
Near! so near?
I had not thought to end my task so soon!
Prepare yourselves with speed to take the road.
I will awake my lord.
[Exeunt all but SABALLIDIN and RUAHMAH. She goes
toward the tent.]
SABALLIDIN:
Ruahmah, stay! [She turns back.]
I've been your servant in this doubtful quest,
Obedient, faithful, loyal to your will,--
What have I earned by this?
RUAHMAH:
The gratitude
Of him we both desire to serve: your friend,--
My master and my lord.
SABALLIDIN:
No more than this?
RUAHMAH:
Yes, if you will, take all the thanks my hands
Can hold, my lips can speak.
SABALLIDIN:
I would have more.
RUAHMAH:
My friend, there's nothing more to give to you.
My service to my lord is absolute.
There's not a drop of blood within my veins
But quickens at the very thought of him;
And not a dream of mine but he doth stand
Within its heart and make it bright. No man
To me is other than his friend or foe.
You are his friend, and I believe you true!
SABALLIDIN:
I have been true to him,--now, I am true
To you.
RUAHMAH:
Why, then, be doubly true to him.
O let us match our loyalties, and strive
Between us who shall win the higher crown!
Men boast them of a friendship stronger far
Than love of woman. Prove it! I'll not boast,
But I'll contend with you on equal terms
In this brave race: and if you win the prize
I'll hold you next to him: and if I win
He'll hold you next to me; and either way
We'll not be far apart. Do you accept
My chal
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