rriage is a law of God, which
God the Father has instituted, and God the Son has blessed."

"I may not wrangle, I may not wrangle," replied Ithiel, declining the
encounter; "but certainly, that is a lovely babe. Look. Its eyes are
open and they are beautiful as flowers"; and again he bent down and
kissed the child, then added with a groan of remorse, "Alas! sinner that
I am, I am defiled; I must purify myself and do penance."

"Why?" asked Nehushta shortly.

"For two reasons: I have touched your dress, and I have given way to
earthly passion and embraced a child--twice. Therefore, according to our
rule, I am defiled."

Then Nehushta could bear it no more.

"Defiled! you puppet of a foolish rule! It is the sweet babe that is
defiled! Look, you have fouled its garments with your grimy hand and
made it weep by pricking it with your beard. Would that your holy rule
taught you how to handle children and to respect honest women who are
their mothers, without whom there would be no Essenes."

"I may not wrangle," said Ithiel, nervously; for now woman was appearing
before him in a new light; not as an artful and a fickle, but as an
angry creature, reckless of tongue and not easy to be answered. "These
matters are for the decision of the curators. Have I not told you so?
Come, let us be going. I will drive the oxen, although it is not time
to loose them from the plough, and do you and your companion walk at a
distance behind me. No, not behind--in front, that I may see that you do
not drop the babe, or suffer it to come to any harm. Truly it is sweet
to look at, and, may God forgive me, I do not like to lose sight of its
face, which, it seems to me, resembles that of my sister when she was
also in arms."

"Drop the babe!" began Nehushta; then understanding that this victim of
a rule already loved it dearly, and would suffer much before he parted
with it, pitying his weakness, she said only, "Be careful that you do
not frighten it with your great oxen, for you men who scorn women have
much to learn."

Then, accompanied by the nurse, she stalked ahead in silence, while
Ithiel followed after at a distance, leading the cattle by the hide
loops about their horns, lest in their curiosity or eagerness to get
home, they should do some mischief to the infant or wake it from its
slumbers. In this way they proceeded to the lower part of the village,
till they came to a good house--empty as it chanced--where guests were
accommodat