"Surely I am blessed above all women!" murmured the Magdalene. But, while they spoke, a horse's hoofs resounded on the distant road, echoing freely on the stilly night.
"A messenger from Pontius Pilate," said the servant; and instinctively the Magdalene drew nearer to Lazarus.
"Whom seek ye?" he inquired.
"Lazarus, the ruler," replied the man, making obeisance. Then, drawing his arm through the bridle of his horse, he whispered, looking round: "I would speak with thee privately, for the Governor hath not dared to put this thing on paper. He would warn thee that, ere coming morn, thou do depart; for the chief priests and the Pharisees have heard how that the Christ hath been seen in nine places since His death; and Pilate doth fear greatly that if they find thee they will kill thee."
"Greet the most noble Pilate, and thank him for that he hath warned me; tell him that we will try to depart, if so be that, after prayer, we are minded that our Master Jesus doth so command. But if so be that death should overtake us, tell him that we fear it not, and that we are ever grateful for his remembrance, and will pray for him."
Then, while the soldier was departing, Lazarus turned to the Magdalene.
"Art thou still so minded," said he, "that thou wouldst have me for thy husband? The persecution hath already begun, and henceforth there will be no rest or peace for them who serve the Lord. Art not afraid?"
With a proud, loving gesture, the Magdalene an-
