"
"Nay," said Jephthah, who, to do him justice, had respected the
rights of hospitality enough not to touch his weapon even when he
thought her Irish, "we harm not women and babes save when they are
even as the Amalekites. Let my brother go, child. I touch thee not,
though thou be of an ungodly seed; and I counsel thee, Steadfast,
touch not the accursed thing, but rid thyself thereof, ere thou be
defiled."
"I shall go so soon as father comes," exclaimed Emlyn. "I am sure I
do not want to stay in this mean, smoky hovel a bit longer than I can
help."
"Such are the thanks of the ungodly people," said Jeph, gravely
rising. "I must be on my way back. We are digging trenches about
this great city, assuredly believing that it shall be delivered into
our hands."
"Stay, Jeph," said Patience. "Our corn! Will your folk come and
cart it away as they have done my lady's?"
"The spoil of the wicked is delivered over to the righteous," said
Jeph. "But seeing that the land is mine, a faithful servant of the
good cause, they may not meddle therewith.
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