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Florence Nightingale and her band of trained nurses, mainly from the Roman Catholic Sisters of Mercy, and St. John's Protestant House, was the instant answer. In six days they were ready and without any flourish of trumpets, at the dark, quiet midnight, they left England for Scutari and in that hour the Red Cross Society was born. "How long is it since they sailed?" asked Rahal.
"My soul has received no orders to go to thy Presbyterian Church," he said to the young Calvinist minister who asked him to do so. "When the order comes, then that may happen which has never happened before." Yet in spite of his pronounced nationality, and his Episcopal faith, he married Rahal Gordon from the braes of Moray; a Highland Scotch woman and a strict Calvinist.
Then Adam went away, but he left Rahal very unhappy. She had disobeyed her husband's advice and she could not help asking herself if she would have been as easily persuaded to tell a similar story about her own child. "Thora is a school girl yet," she thought, "but she is just entering the zone of temptation." In the midst of this reflection Thora came into the room.
But she appeared so little interested that Sunna turned to Mistress Ragnor and asked her opinion. "Well, then," answered Rahal, "they are staying longer than was expected, but who can tell what men in a ship will do?" "They will surely keep their word and promise." "Perhaps if it seem a good thing to them. Can thou not see? They are masters on board ship.
It was as if some mighty Hand had been laid across the strings of Life and softened and subdued all their reverberations. There was no special human influence exerted for this purpose, yet no one could deny the presence of some unseen, unusual element. "Every day seems like Sabbath Day," said Thora. "It is Lent," answered Rahal. "And after Lent comes Easter, dear Mother." "That is the truth."
Then Ian could bear no more. He sobbed like a boy of seven years old and she wept with him. "Thou poor unloved laddie!" she said. "If thou had gone wrong, it would have been little wonder and little blame to thyself. I think thou did all that could be done, with neither love nor wisdom to help thee. Rahal does not blame thee. Rahal pities and loves thee.
We want to be rid of all such dead souls! Rid us." Then Rahal reminded her husband that only recently his physician had warned him against all excitement, especially of anger, and so finally induced him to take a sedative and go to sleep. But sleep was far from her. She sat down in her own room and closed her eyes against all worldly sights and sounds.
"Then you saw Ian's mother and sister?" asked Thora. "No, I did not. They had gone for the winter to the Bridge of Allan. Mrs. Macrae is sick, her husband seemed unhappy about her." Rahal hoped now that her home would settle itself into its usual calm, methodical order.
"True," said the Bishop, "and we must not belittle the good we have, because we look for something better. Let us be thankful for our feet, though they are not wings." Then one of those sudden, inexplicable "arrests" which seem to seal up speech fell over every one, and for a minute or more no one could speak. Rahal broke the spell. "Some angel has passed through the room.
Ian, go and sing to the men of England and of France 'The Song of the Men of Harlech. Your song will be stronger than your sword." "I will sing it to my sword, sir. It will make it sharper." Then Rahal said, "You are a brave boy, Ian," and Thora lifted her lovely face and kissed him.
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