The House of Rimmon eBook

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        From hers.

  And from that hour the curse began to work.

  But did she not have pity when she saw
  Me smitten?  Did she not beseech the King
  For letters and a guard to make this journey? 
  Has she not been the fountain of my hope,
  My comforter and my most faithful guide
  In this adventure of the dark?  All this
  Is proof of perfect love that would have shared
  A leper’s doom rather than give me up. 
  Can I doubt her who dared to love like this?

  O master, doubt her not,—­but know her name;
  Ruahmah!  It was she alone who wrought
  This wondrous work of love.  She won the King
  By the strong pleading of resistless hope
  To furnish forth this company.  She led
  Our march, kept us in heart, fought off despair,
  Offered herself to you as to her god,
  Watched over you as if you were her child,
  Prepared your food, your cup, with her own hands,
  Sang you asleep at night, awake at dawn,—­

NAAMAN:  [Interrupting.]
  Enough!  I do remember every hour
  Of that sweet comradeship!  And now her voice
  Wakens the echoes in my lonely breast;
  The perfume of her presence fills my sense
  With longing.  All my soul cries out in vain
  For her embracing, satisfying love,
  her eyes and called her my Ruahmah!

[To his soldiers.]

  Away! away!  I burn to take the road
  That leads me back to Rimmon’s House,—­
  But not to bow,—­by God, never to bow!

TIME:  Three days later


Inner court of the House of Rimmon; a temple with huge pillars at each side.  In the right foreground the seat of the King; at the left, of equal height, the seat of the High Priest.  In the background a broad flight of steps, rising to a curtain of cloudy gray, embroidered with two gigantic hands holding thunderbolts.  The temple is in half darkness at first.  Enter KHAMMA and NUBTA, robed as Kharimati, or religious dancers, in gowns of black gauze with yellow embroideries and mantles.

  All is ready for the rites of worship; our lady will play a great part
  in them.  She has put on her Tyrian robes, and all her ornaments.

  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.

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