“That He may heal it, my father.”
The title, from Bruno’s lips, surprised and puzzled Belasez.
“It may be so,” said Abraham in a rather hopeless tone. “‘It is Adonai; let Him do what seemeth Him good.’ So thou hast made friends with—my Belasez.”
“I did not know she was thine when I made friends with her,” said Bruno, with that quiet smile of his which had always seemed to Belasez at once so sweet and so sad.
“‘Did not know’? No, I suppose not. Ah, yes, yes! ‘Did not know’!”
“Does this child know my history?” was Bruno’s next question.
“She knows,” said Abraham in a troubled voice, “nearly as much as thou knowest.”
“Then she knows all?”
“Nay, she knows nothing.”
“You speak in riddles, my father.”