" Rachel
recoiled from him.
"What sayest thou?" she exclaimed, her voice sharp with terror.
"Nay, forgive me!" he said penitently. "So intent was I on thy rescue
that I forgot to soften my words. Let it be. It is said; I would it
were not true."
Her affright was only momentary, for her faith restored her ere his
last words were spoken.
"It will not come to pass," she declared. "Jehovah will not suffer it.
Thou shalt see--and let the Pharaoh beware!" Her words were vehement
and she offered no argument. She saw no need of it, since her belief,
merely expressed, had the force of fact with her.
"I am committed to the cause of Israel--that thou knowest, Rachel,"
Kenkenes made answer. After another silence he took up the thread of
his talk.
"If thy danger from this man were set aside I should not return thee to
the camp, even if there were no doom spoken upon Israel. I would have
thee free; I would have thee in luxury, sheltered in my father's
house--I would--"
"Thou dost paint a picture that mocks me now, O Kenkenes," she broke in
on his growing fervor. "Doubly am I enslaved, and the safety of
Masaarah and Memphis is no more for me."
"Thou hast said," he answered in a subdued voice.
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