'
The moonbeam fell upon the fountain; the pavement of the court was a
flood of light; the rocks rose dark around. Jabaster, seated by the
spring, and holding his talisman in his left hand, shaded his sight with
the other as he gazed upon the luminous heavens.
A shriek! his name was called. Alroy, wild and panting, rushed into the
court with extended arms. The Cabalist started up, seized him, and held
him in his careful grasp, foaming and in convulsions.
'Jabaster, Jabaster!'
'I am here, my child.'
'The Lord hath spoken.'
'The Lord is our refuge. Calm thyself, son of David, and tell me all.'
'I have been sleeping, master; is it not so?'
'Even so, my child. Exhausted by his flight and the exciting narrative
of his exploit, my Prince lay down upon the couch and slumbered; but I
fear that slumber was not repose.'
'Repose and I have naught in common now. Farewell for ever to that fatal
word. I am the Lord's anointed.'
'Drink of the fountain, David: it will restore thee.'
'Restore the covenant, restore the ark, restore the holy city.'
'The Spirit of the Lord hath fallen upon him. Son of David, I adjure
thee tell me all that hath passed. I am a Levite; in my hand I hold the
name ineffable.
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