I have a message for thee from
the land where thine uncle sojourned with me."
He took from a wallet a piece of paper and passed it to David, adding: "I
was thine uncle's friend. He hath put off his sandals and walketh with
bare feet!" David read eagerly.
"It is time to go, Davy," the paper said. "All that I have is thine. Go
to Egypt, and thee shall find it so. Ebn Ezra Bey will bring thee. Trust
him as I have done. He is a true man, though the Koran be his faith. They
took me from behind, Davy, so that I was spared temptation--I die as I
lived, a man of peace. It is too late to think how it might have gone had
we met face to face; but the will of God worketh not according to our
will. I can write no more. Luke, Faith, and Davy--dear Davy, the night
has come, and all's well. Good morrow, Davy. Can you not hear me call? I
have called thee so often of late! Good morrow! Good morrow! . . . I doff
my hat, Davy--at last--to God!"
David's face whitened. All his visions had been true visions, his dreams
true dreams. Brave Benn Claridge had called to him at his door--"Good
morrow! Good morrow! Good morrow!" Had he not heard the knocking and the
voice? Now all was made clear.
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