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Rayel was sorely grieved by the death of his pet, and although he stood in the shadow of a far greater sorrow, he felt deeply the loss of this lifelong friend. The summer passed slowly, one day like another, casting on us the same burden of anxiety and silence.
"Where am I?" "In the hospital," she answered. "The singing who is singing?" I asked. "It is the chapel choir," she answered; "the services are nearly over now. It is Sunday." "Is Rayel here?" "Your friend? yes, he has been with you every day." "How long?" "Almost a month." I tried to ask other questions, but a drowsy feeling overcame me and I fell asleep.
When summer came at last, he grew stronger, and was able to walk, supported by Rayel, to his chair in the open courtyard among the flowers. The lion, which had been confined in its cage most of the time since my uncle had grown so feeble as to need Rayel's constant attention sickened and died in the warm days of early June.
I walked back a few steps and listened. I could hear no footsteps, but then he might have followed me, and I ought to be sure. So I called, "Rayel! Rayel!" twice, and waited for an answer, but could hear none. I had not time to go back to our rooms, as Hester was undoubtedly waiting for me now, and Rayel was certainly not the man I had seen, or he would have answered me.
Rayel had found a man quite after his liking and the two were on the best of terms at once. Indeed, he seemed to talk with my benefactor as freely as he ever talked with me. I found Mrs. Earl very much as I had imagined my mother to have been a full-faced, ruddy-cheeked woman; with a sweet voice and gentle manners.
Great God! There were drops of blood dripping from the knife now. Rayel sank down upon the floor and covered his eyes with his hands. I stood there, dumb with fear and horror, looking first upon him and then upon the picture. The silence of the night was unbroken save by those slow footsteps in the street to which I had listened before retiring.
The time-worn books upon its shelves stood in solemn rows, like headstones, sacred to the memory of the men who wrote them their titles like inscriptions half obliterated. I did not see Rayel for days after the midnight episode that gave me such a startling revelation of his power. "Do you think that Rayel knows everything that passes in one's mind a vivid dream, for instance?"
After a moment of the most serious reflection, he said: "Oh, yes, I shall see him again when I die, then I shall see him. He has gone to the Great Father, who gives life, and who takes it away." I found that Rayel, although entirely ignorant of the creeds and dogmas prevailing among men, was profoundly religious, and that his simple faith was built upon the deepest foundations.
Instead of displeasing me, however, as he feared, his action only increased my love for him, if that were possible. "Do not let these things trouble you, Rayel," I said. "We shall find no difficulty, I think, in earning money enough for our needs. I cannot see you shut yourself away from the world: you have yet an important work to do among men.
To my surprise I saw that he was not reading the paper, but that his eyes were furtively watching the mysterious stranger he had followed, who sat on the other side of the room listlessly puffing at a cigarette. I was seated scarcely a moment when Rayel seemed to be aware of my presence. Looking from face to face until he had discovered me he arose and came to my side.
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