“I did not mean you to tell him so, father. I was concerned for him alone—for his happiness, not mine. Because I have dared love him, I shall keep myself worthy his respect; so only can I excuse my folly. Let me read his letter now.”
“Yes, read it.”
She began at once, in haste to conclude the distasteful subject.
“Nisan, 8th day.
“On the road from Galilee to Jerusalem.
“The Nazarene is on the way also. With him, though without his knowledge, I am bringing a full legion of mine. A second legion follows. The Passover will excuse the multitude. He said upon setting out, ‘We will go up to Jerusalem, and all things that are written by the prophets concerning me shall be accomplished.’
“Our waiting draws to an end.
“In haste.
“Peace to thee, Simonides.
“BEN-HUR.”