Ing happily. "Who art thou?" Laodice asked. "They call me Joseph, son of Thomas." After a silence she said softly, "I am not at liberty to tell my name." She remembered the secrecy of Philadelphus' mission. "Yet perchance if the God of my fathers prosper me and my husband, I may come to Pella--as thy queen." The boy's eyes brightened and he drew in a sharp breath, but almost instantly the animation died and he looked at her sorrowfully. It seemed that she read dissent and sympathy commingled in his gaze. But he was a Christian; he could not believe and hope as she hoped. "Can I do aught for you?" he asked disjointedly. "Our duty is rather toward you, child," she answered, suddenly arousing to the peril they might bring their free-handed host. "We have newly come from a country where there is pestilence." But he smiled down on her uplifted face, with immense confidence. "I am not afraid. Besides, if I perish giving you comfort, I have done only as Jesus would have me do." "Who is Jesus?" Laodice asked. The shepherd made a little sign and bent his knee. "The Christ!" he responded. Momus plucked quickly at Laodice's sleeve and shook his head at her in an admonitory manner. He had l
