"I have done the bidding of Elisha," he cried, "I have bathed seven times in the Jordan, but my brain doth whirl, my eyes are dim and blurred. Masrekah, faithful servant, 'tis for thee to speak—am I whole or am I still a leper?" and he threw his arms wide apart.
In silent wonder and awe the servants of Naaman gazed upon their master. The loathsome, leprous spots had entirely disappeared, his flesh "was like unto the flesh of a little child."
But Naaman knew not that he was healed. His eyes, dim and dazed, were fixed upon the old servant. One downward glance would have told him all, but Naaman, soldier and mighty man of valor, now knew a coward's fear.
Masrekah came forward, and falling at his master's feet, covered his hands with kisses and tears of joy.
"Master! dearest master!" he cried, "thou art healed! thou art clean! thou art no more a leper."
A great tremor shook Naaman's massive limbs. He grew weak as a little child, his lips quivered and tears filled his eyes. His servants broke into shouts of joy and exultation. They threw themselves on their knees before Naaman, kissing his hands and feet.
"Arise, my good and faithful servants," said Naaman. "Turn we our faces again towards Samaria. I go to seek the prophet, Elisha."
Masrekah laid his hand upon Naaman's arm.
"My lord," he said, "thou hast forgotten to render thanks to Rimmon, god of Syria, for the great good that hath been done unto thee. Masrekah thus presumeth to remind his lord lest the god, being angered, should send some calamity upon Naaman."