To thee is greatness, and thy heart's desire.
Hear all! See! Wait for the revealing. Thou comest from afar, but thy
fortune is near. Hear and see. I divine--I reveal. Beautiful one, what is
future I show."
Hylda's eyes looked at the poor creature eagerly, pathetically. If it
could only be, if she could but see one step ahead! If the veil could but
be lifted! She dropped some silver into the folds of the gazelle-skin and
waved the Gipsy away. "There is darkness, it is all dark, beautiful one,"
cried the woman after her, "but it shall be light. I show--I reveal!"
Inside these Palace walls there was a revealer of more merit, as she so
well and bitterly knew. He could raise the veil--a dark and dangerous
necromancer, with a flinty heart and a hand that had waited long to
strike. Had it struck its last blow?
Outside Nahoum's door she had a moment of utter weakness, when her knees
smote together, and her throat became parched; but before the door had
swung wide and her eyes swept the cool and shadowed room, she was as
composed as on that night long ago when she had faced the man who knew.
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