"Child," he said, "it is true. True is it also that signs and wonders
happened after the death of that false Messiah, and that for me and mine
He left a curse behind Him which it may well be is not done with yet. I
know your faith, and I have promised to let you follow it in peace. Yet
I beseech of you, do not make prayers to your God here in public, where
with malefactors He suffered as a malefactor, lest others less tolerant
should see you and drag you to your father's death."
Miriam bowed her head and returned to the camp, nor at that time did
any further words pass between them on this matter of her religion.
Thenceforward, however, she was careful to do nothing which could bring
suspicion on her grandfather.
Four days later they came to the rich and beautiful city of Tyre, and
Miriam saw the sea upon which she had been born. Hitherto, she had
fancied that its waters were much like those of the Dead Lake, upon
whose shores she had dwelt so many years; but when she perceived the
billows rushing onwards, white-crested, to break in thunder against the
walls of island Tyre, she clapped her hands with joy. Indeed, from that
day to the end of her life she loved the sea in all its moods, and
for hours at a time would find it sufficient company.
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