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Howbeit the high places were not taken away: for as yet the people had not prepared their hearts unto the God of their fathers. Now the rest of the acts of Jehoshaphat, first and last, behold, they are written in the book of Jehu the son of Hanani, who is mentioned in the book of the kings of Israel.
And presently, tenderly urged by Peter, she went to the adjoining room to rest, on the understanding that she should be called immediately if occasion arose. And that was the first night of many that she passed in undisturbed repose. In the early morning, entering, she found Peter in sole possession and very triumphant. They had divided the night, he said, and Hanani had gone to rest in her turn.
"But how did you get me to the bazaar?" questioned Stella, still hardly believing. "It was very dark, mem-sahib; and the budmashes were scattered. They would not touch an old woman such as Hanani. And you, my mem-sahib, were wrapped in a saree. With old Hanani you were safe." "Ah, why should you take all that trouble to save my life?" Stella said, a little quiver of passion in her voice.
Stella repeated the word incredulously. "But it is a long way a very long way from Kurrumpore." Hanani was silent for a moment or two, as though irresolute. Then: "I brought you by a way unknown to you, mem-sahib," she said. "Hafiz you know Hafiz? he helped me." "Hafiz!" Stella frowned a little. Yes, by sight she knew him well. Hafiz the crafty, was her private name for him.
We can picture Hanani walking by his side, showing him all the different objects, to himself so familiar, to Nehemiah so well known by name, but so strange by sight. Coming down the Valley of Hinnom they reach the Dung Gate, the gate outside which lay piles of rubbish and offal, swept out of the city, and all collected together by this gate and left to rot in the valley.
She looked at Hanani crouched humbly beside her, looked at her again and again, and at last her wonder found vent in speech. "Hanani," she said, "I don't quite understand everything. How did you get me here?" Hanani's veiled head was bent. She turned it towards her slowly, almost reluctantly it seemed to Stella. "I carried you, mem-sahib," she said. "You carried me!"
"What happened?" questioned Stella, still half-doubting the evidence of her senses. "Where where is my baby?" Hanani knelt down by her side. "Mem-sahib," she said very gently, "the baba sleeps in the keeping of God." It was tenderly spoken, so tenderly that it came to her afterwards she received the news with no sense of shock. She even felt as if she must have somehow known it before.
There was earnest assurance in Hanani's voice such assurance as could not be disregarded. "I have told you the truth. The captain sahib is not dead. It was a false report." "Hanani! Are you sure?" Stella's hand gripped the ayah's shoulder with convulsive, strength. "Then who who was the sahib they shot in the jungle the sahib who died at the bungalow of Ralston sahib? Did Hafiz tell you that?"
It is thirteen years since he left the City of Lilies with his brother Hanani, in order that he might go to Jerusalem, and do his utmost to improve the ruined and desolate city. He has returned with his work accomplished.
The loss of my baba I can bear I could bear bravely. But the loss of of " Words failed her unexpectedly. She bowed her head again upon her arms and wept the bitter tears of despair. Hanani the ayah sat very still by her side, her brown, bony hands tightly gripped about her knees, her veiled head bent slightly forward as though she watched for someone in the dimness of the broken archway.
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