Seeing that she surrendered, he persisted no further in his protest.
"When wilt thou wed me, my love?"
She drew back from him a little, though she willingly left her hands where they were, and Kenkenes, noting the flush on her cheeks, the pretty gravity of her brow, and the well-known air she assumed when she discoursed, smiled and said fondly to himself:
"By the signs, I am to be taught something more."
"Thou knowest, my Kenkenes," she began, "the Hebrews are married simply. There is feasting and dancing and the bride is taken to the house of her father-in-law. Thereafter there is still much feasting, but the wedding ceremony is done at the home-bringing of the bride."
"I hear," said Kenkenes when she paused.
"I am without kindred; thou art here without house. There can be no wedding feast for us, nor dancing nor singing, for Israel is on the march."
"Of a truth," Kenkenes assented.
"So there is only the essential portion of the ceremony left to us—the home-bringing of the bride."
"It is enough," said Kenkenes.