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Updated: June 7, 2025
Thy brother, thy great brother, the Queen, the Queen has stolen my signet ring, that is, I gave it her. Fly, fly! or in a word, Jabaster is no more. He is gone. Pharez! your arm; I swoon! 'His Highness is sorely indisposed to-day. 'They say he swooned this morn. 'Ay, in the bath. 'No, not in the bath. 'Twas when he heard of Jabaster's death. 'How died he, Sir? 'Self-strangled.
'When, in my youth, I raised our standard by my native Tigris, and called our nation to restore their ark, why, we were numerous, wealthy, potent; we were a people then, and they flocked to it boldly. Did we lack counsel? Did we need a leader? Who can aver that Jabaster's brain or arm was ever wanting? And yet the dream dissolved, the glorious vision!
'I think so too. There is no other man who might be dangerous? Zalmunna and Scherirah cast their eyes upon the ground. There was a dead silence, broken by the prophetess. 'A judgment hath gone forth against Honain! 'Nay! he is Lord Jabaster's brother, said Abidan. 'It is enough to save a more inveterate foe to Israel, if such there be. 'I have no brother, Sir.
I thank my God, my King is innocent! 'Rest assured of that, as there is hope in Israel. Tell me all. 'The Queen came with the signet ring. To such authority I yielded way. She entered, and after her, the Lord Honain. I heard high words! I heard Jabaster's voice. He struggled, yes! he struggled; but his mighty form, wounded and fettered, could not long resist. Foul play, foul play, Sire!
Rise, Rachel, from thy wilderness, arise, and weep no more. No more thy lonely palm-tree's shade need shroud thy secret sorrowing. The Lord hath heard the widow's sigh, the Lord hath stilled the widow's tear. Be comforted, be comforted, thy children live again! Yes! yes! upon the bounding plain fleet Asriel glances like a star, and stout Scherirah shakes his spear by stern Jabaster's scimitar.
And lo! I heard my name still called. Full of my morning dream, I thought it was you, and I answered, "Dear sister, art thou here?" But no one answered; and then, reflecting, my memory recognised those thrilling tones that summoned Alroy in Jabaster's cave. 'The Daughter of the Voice? 'Even that sacred messenger. I am full of faith. The Lord hath pardoned me. Be sure of that.
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