The Poems of Henry Van Dyke eBook

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    That is a sure sign of a religious purpose.  She is most
      devout, our lady Tsarpi!

    A favourite of Rimmon, too!  The High Priest has assured
      her of it.  He is a great man,—­next to the King, now
      that Naaman is gone.

    But if Naaman should come back, healed of the leprosy?

    How can he come back?  The Hebrew slave that went away
      with him, when they caught her, said that he was dead. 
      The High Priest has shut her up in the prison of the
      temple, accusing her of her master’s death.

    Yet I think he does not believe it, for I heard him telling
      our mistress what to do if Naaman should return.

    What, then?

    She will claim him as her husband.  Was she not wedded to
      him before the god?  That is a sacred bond.  Only the High
      Priest can loose it.  She will keep her hold on Naaman
      for the sake of the House of Rimmon.  A wife knows her
      husband’s secrets, she can tell—­

        [Enter SHUMAKIM, with his flagon, walking unsteadily.]

    Hush! here comes the fool Shumakim.  He is never sober.

SHUMAKIM:  [Laughing.]
    Are there two of you?  I see two, but that is no proof. 
      I think there is only one, but beautiful enough for
      two.  What were you talking to yourself about, fairest

    About the lady Tsarpi, fool, and what she would do if
      her husband returned.

    Fie! fie!  That is no talk for an innocent fool to hear. 
      Has she a husband?

    You know very well that she is the wife of Lord Naaman.

    I remember that she used to wear his name and his jewels. 
      But I thought he had exchanged her,—­for a leprosy.

    You must have heard that he went away to Samaria to look
      for healing.  Some say that he died on the journey; but
      others say he has been cured, and is on his way home
      to his wife.

    It may be, for this is a mad world, and men never know
      when they are well off,—­except us fools.  But he must
      come soon if he would find his wife as he parted from
      her,—­or the city where he left it.  The Assyrians have
      returned with a greater army, and this time they will
      make an end of us.  There is no Naaman now, and the Bull
      will devour Damascus like a bunch of leeks, flowers and
      all,—­flowers and all, my double-budded fair one!  Are
      you not afraid?

    We belong to the House of Rimmon.  He will protect us.

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