golden bees flew round his head like a halo, and did not sting him.
Efím stopped. The old woman called to her husband.
'Here's your friend come,' she cried.
Elisha looked round with a pleased face, and came towards Efím, gently picking bees out of his own beard.
'Good day, neighbour, good-day, dear friend. Did you get there safely?'
'My feet walked there, and I have brought you some water from the river Jordan. You must come to my house for it. But whether the Lord accepted my efforts. . . .'
'Well the Lord be thanked! May Christ bless you!' said Elisha.
Efím was silent for a while, and then added:
'My feet have been there, but whether my soul, or another's, has been there more truly . . .'
'That's God's business, neighbour, God's business,' interrupted Elisha.
'On my return journey I stopped at the hut where you remained behind. . . .'
Elisha was alarmed, and said hurriedly:
'God's business, neighbour, God's business! Come into the cottage, I'll give you some of our honey.' And Elisha changed the conversation, and talked of home affairs.
Efím sighed, and did not speak to Elisha of the people in the hut, nor of how he had seen him in Jerusalem. But he now understood that the best way to keep one's vows to God and to do His will, is for each man while he lives to show love and do good to others.
1885.
