White, bushy brows shaded his eyes which glowed like the coals in the warming pans.
“Nathan!” cried the watchmen by the bed. They arose and greeted him with gestures of submission. The expressions upon their faces changed. The face of Sadok showed curiosity held in check by fear; the face of Banahash, the calm of expectation, and satisfied desire; the faces of Semej and Rej, mistrust coupled with fear of the prophet.
Nathan looked about the room, and came nearer.
“How is the Anointed of the Lord?” he asked quickly.
“As he was when you left so is he now. Did you bring the Sunnamite maiden?”
“She is here; her father, too,” replied Nathan, beckoning toward the anteroom.
A man entered. His head was bowed. He had little twinkling eyes, a red beard, and dirty hands. It was Lamek of the tribe of Issaher. A slender maiden enveloped in a veil followed him. Even her face was covered, only the shadow of her eyes could be seen.
Lamek bowed low as to his knees. At this moment he was so small he resembled a dwarf. This impression was strengthened by the saffron yellow caftan and red hair. The maiden towered like a young palm beside him.
“Banahash,” directed Sadok,” take the maiden to the bath of the king that she may be fit for the bed of the king.”
Banahash opened a little door that shone like gold, which was entrance to the place of the bath. The
