“What is to be the end?” Calote questioned him.
“Christ Jesus answer,” said Stephen.
“But the King hath pardoned and set free!” she persisted.
“Alas, the King!” he cried.
Calote stared on him, and then took him by the shoulder fearfully, saying:—
“What will the King do?”
“No man knoweth what the King will do. Neither doth the King know. But he will follow his mood.—Who can guess what the mood of a king shall be? To-day a blessing, to-morrow a curse.”
“Thou 'rt sick with weariness,” she whispered, and took his head in her arms against her breast.
“Who shall say that this people deserveth to be free?” he mused.
“This is matter of judgment for Christ Jesus,” she answered soft. “What hast thou to do with it,—what hath the King?”