Early upon the morning following a servant came to Leah and said:
"There be a lad outside the gates of the palace who desires speech with thee."
"A lad desires speech with me," said the little maid, wonderingly. "But I know no lad in Damascus."
"He inquired for the Israelite maiden who is a slave in the house of Naaman," replied the servant. "'Tis only a ragged beggar lad," and the servant turned scornfully away.
Leah passed out of the palace and ran down to the great gates.
Beyond the gates, for the servant had not permitted him to enter, stood a lad. His coarse garments were soiled and torn, his bare feet were cut and bleeding. The golden light from the rising sun fell upon his dark curly head.
Uttering a cry of joy, he ran, with outstretched hands, towards the little maid.
"Leah! sister! I have found thee at last!" he cried.
She stood motionless, gazing at him with wide, bewildered eyes.
"Isaac! my brother! is it indeed thou?" she cried.