"Say on," he said.
"The story is long," the Hebrew explained mildly, "and the sun is ardent. There are friends in yonder house. Let us ask the shelter of their roof for an hour."
Gathering his robes about him with peculiar grace, he went through the grass toward a low, capacious tent, pitched by a trickling branch of the great canal. Seti followed moodily.
A black-haired Israelitish woman, sitting on the earth before the lifted side of the tent, arose, and reverently kissed the hem of Aaron's robes. Her dark-eyed brood appeared at various angles of the tent, and at a sign and a word from the woman they did obeisance and hailed the ancient visitor in soft Hebrew.
After a short colloquy between Aaron and the woman of Israel, the children were dismissed to play in the fields and the woman carried the bowl and basket of lentils out of ear-shot of her house.
"Let us enter," Aaron said, with an inclination of his head toward
Seti. He stooped and preceded the young man into the home of the
Hebrew.
The prince saw the black dispose himself on the grass outside, with his eyes upon the sumpter-mule.
Aaron sat upon one of the rugs, and Seti, following his example, took another.
"Say on," the prince urged.
The Hebrew began at once.