RUAHMAH: 
  Return!  Who gave you that command?  Not I! 
  The King made me the leader of this quest,
  And bound you all to follow me, because
  He knew I never would return without
  The thing for which he sent us.  I’ll go on
  Day after day, unto the uttermost parts
  Of earth, if need be, and beyond the gates
  Of morning, till I find that which I seek,—­
  New life for Naaman.  Are ye ashamed
  To have a woman lead you?  Then go back
  And tell the King, “This huntress went too far
  For us to follow; she pursues the trail
  Of hope alone, refusing to forsake
  The quarry:  we grew weary of the chase;
  And so we left her and retraced our steps,
  Like faithless hounds, to sleep beside the fire.” 
  Did Naaman forsake his soldiers thus
  When you went forth to hunt the Assyrian Bull? 
  Your manly courage is less durable
  Than woman’s love, it seems.  Go, if you will,—­
  Who bids me now farewell?

SOLDIERS: 
        Not I, not I!

SABALLIDIN: 
  Lady, lead on, we’ll follow you for ever!

RUAHMAH: 
  Why, now you speak like men!  Brought you no word
  Out of Samaria, except that cry
  Of impotence and fear from Israel’s king?

SABALLIDIN: 
  I do remember while he spoke with us
  A rustic messenger came in, and cried
  “Elisha saith, let Naaman come to me
  At Dothan, he shall surely know there is
  A God in Israel.”

RUAHMAH: 
        What said the King?

SABALLIDIN: 
  He only shouted “Go!” more wildly yet,
  And rent his clothes again, as if he were
  Half-maddened by a coward’s fear, and thought
  Only of how he might be rid of us. 
  What comfort could there be for him, what hope
  For us, in the rude prophet’s misty word?

RUAHMAH: 
  It is the very word for which I prayed! 
  My trust was not in princes; for the crown,
  The sceptre, and the purple robe are not
  Significant of vital power.  The man
  Who saves his brother-men is he who lives
  His life with Nature, takes deep hold on truth,
  And trusts in God.  A prophet’s word is more
  Than all the kings on earth can speak.  How far
  Is Dothan?

SOLDIER: 
        Lady, ‘tis but three hours’ ride
  Along the valley northward.

RUAHMAH: 
        Near! so near? 
  I had not thought to end my task so soon! 
  Prepare yourselves with speed to take the road. 
  I will awake my lord.

[Exeunt all but SABALLIDIN and RUAHMAH.  She goes toward the tent.]

SABALLIDIN;
  Ruahmah, stay! [She turns back.]
  I’ve been your servant in this doubtful quest,
  Obedient, faithful, loyal to your will,—­
  What have I earned by this?

RUAHMAH: 
        The gratitude
  Of him we both desire to serve:  your friend,—­
  My master and my lord.