“Oh, ever so many! Yes, and we want cloths for the wounded,” said the questioned lads.
“Now, may the alien dead rot!”
“But we must bring cloths.”
“Who says it?”
“The ‘Old Clock Man’ told every body to help the hurt.”
“And who, pray, is this ‘Old Clock Man?’”
Rizpah was quickly answered by Miriamne.
“I know him, mother. He’s the leader of the Christians here, and a wondrously good old man who heals the sick, feeds the poor, teaches the ignorant and gives the true time of day to every body by the bell of his religious house!”
The mother fixed her eyes penetratingly upon Miriamne for a moment, then frigidly questioned: