'
'I am false to no God. Calm thyself, sweet youth. These are higher
questions than thy faint strength can master now. Another time we'll
talk of this, my boy; at present of my brother and thyself. He lives and
prospers?'
'He lives in faith; the pious ever prosper.'
'A glorious dreamer! Though our moods are different, I ever loved him.
And thyself? Thou art not what thou seemest. Tell me all. Jabaster's
friend can be no common mind. Thy form has heralded thy fame. Trust me.'
'I am Alroy.'
'What! the Prince of our Captivity?'
'Even so.'
'The slayer of Alschiroch?'
'Ay!'
'My sympathy was prophetic. I loved thee from the first. And what dost
thou here? A price is set upon thy head: thou knowest it?'
'For the first time; but I am neither astonished nor alarmed. I am upon
the Lord's business.'
'What wouldst thou?'
'Free his people.'
'The pupil of Jabaster: I see it all. Another victim to his reveries.
I'll save this boy. David,--for thy name must not be sounded within this
city,--the sun is dying. Let us to the terrace, and seek the solace of
the twilight breeze.'
'What is the hour, David?'
'Near to midnight. I marvel if thy brother may read in the stars our
happy meeting.
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