room was walled with jasper. In the center was the bath, hewn round from a single block of black marble. From the center of the ceiling two sea serpents, in which huge rubies shone for eyes, spouted rose water.
Banahash took the hand of the maiden and led her to the door, where he gave her over to the care of four slave women. Two held jars of precious ointment, two mirrors of ebony, and coverings made of purple wool.
Sadok returned to Lamek who had not yet lifted his head. But his sharp, sly eyes kept circling the room, so that not the slightest motion of the faces of those present escaped him. Nathan, the prophet, stood by the bed of David the King. He held his hands extended as one who implores a blessing. His lips trembled with prophetic words.
“Is this your daughter, Lamek?” asked Sadok.
“Yes; but she is handsomer than I—or her dead mother.”
“Are you willing to do what Nathan, the man of God, has told you?”
“If it is the will of God—and the people of Israel may be saved.”
“Did she agree?”
“She does not know. But my daughter is obedient. My will is hers.”
“Is there one who loves her?”
“Yes—and no! My daughter is beautiful. And yet she really has no lover, because he does not know how beautiful she is. My eyes watch her as if she
