“The time is full of wonders; let us wait,” was all he said.
And next day while the three were listening to him, the Nazarite broke off in mid-speech, saying reverently, “Behold the Lamb of God!”
Looking to where he pointed, they beheld the stranger again. As Ben-Hur surveyed the slender figure, and holy beautiful countenance compassionate to sadness, a new idea broke upon him.
“Balthasar is right—so is Simonides. May not the Redeemer be a king also?”
And he asked one at his side, “Who is the man walking yonder?”
The other laughed mockingly, and replied,
“He is the son of a carpenter over in Nazareth.”
BOOK EIGHTH
“Who could resist? Who in this universe?
She did so breathe ambrosia, so immerse
My fine existence in a golden clime.
She took me like a child of suckling-time,
And cradled me in roses. Thus condemn’d,
The current of my former life was stemm’d,
And to this arbitrary queen of sense
I bow’d a tranced vassal.”—KEATS, Endymion.
“I am the resurrection and the life.”