“Happy! What can mere words declare?”
“That by your martyrdom you have made of me a man.”
Even at that moment Judith came flashing in, a fair vision of womanhood under the orchard trees. She had not dreamed to find Gabriel so soon returned. For all the bowl of life seemed brimming with joy that morning. Brother and sister stood hand to hand, looking deeply into each other’s eyes.
“Gabriel,” said the sister, “there is justice in this old world yet.”
“Who works for justice?”
“God,” she answered him, very simply. “Has science slain Him? Nay. Can the glib pen, the cunning instrument, tell us yet more than all our hearts have dreamed. The grander deeps are far beyond us still.”
Gabriel stood, gazing beyond the hills.
“You women are wonderful,” he said.
Joan smiled at Judith, Judith at Joan.
“Come, sister, read me the riddle.”