There was a soft fumbling sound at the door. “Who is calling?” asked a sweet, imperious voice.
“I am calling,” answered Tor expectantly. “I want to get out.”
“I can’t unlock the door,” answered the voice, “but Oonah can. Be quiet till I fetch her.”
A moment later the sunshine streamed in through the open door, revealing the figure of a very beautiful child on its threshold. Behind the child stood a young girl attired like a servant. She was smiling broadly. “How didst thou come in here, boy?” she asked, staring curiously at the beggar’s tear-stained face and scant rags.
“The fat man with the red tunic put me here,” said Tor. “He said I broke the vase with a stone, but I did not.”
“It was Marcus who shut him up,” [pg 107]said the maid, pursing up her lips knowingly. “I must shut him in again, and make fast the door before Marcus finds out that I have opened it. Come, princess, we—”
“Be silent, Oonah, I wish to speak to the boy,” said the child with a gesture of command. “Where is thy father?” she continued, fixing her blue eyes on Tor. “I heard thee calling him. I thought it was Set, the slave boy; he is always getting into trouble.”
Tor pointed upward vaguely. “I called my Father who is in heaven,” he said. “I have not seen him, but he causes what one asks to be done; my Master said it.”
“Who said it?”
“My Master. His Name is Jesus. He is a King. He made me see. I was blind.”