The King's Talisman — page 150: what you’re looking at

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THE KINGS TALISMAN. 141 up the vast interior, with its rows of granite benches, and curiously carved columns and reliefs, a peculiar feeling of solemn foreboding crept over the young man’s soul. Of the future he had ever cared but little, save to live uprightly, and walk in the laws of his God during his life, being will- ing to leave the result in the hands of him whom he trusted as afather. But now he felt differently. He had entwined about his heart a new set of impulses; a second soul had identified its earthly destinies with his own, and his own life, his own joy and happiness, had become second to that of another. He gazed upon the pavilion, wherein slept the object of his ardent love, and from thence his eyes wandered up to the cross that towered above the bull. The soft light that beamed forth upon his handsome features was too in- tense, too glowing and earnest for self, and one who had seen him, might well have known that his silent prayer was for some one who knew not that he prayed. ‘“Noureddin,” said the old man, as the youth turned from the cross, ‘‘ you look sad this morning.” ‘*No, father, not sad; but yet there hes a weight about my heart which makes me serious.” «< Hre your head shall wear the silver that glistens upon my brow, my son, you will learn that much of life is serious; but now you are sad.” ‘‘Well, perhaps I am,” returned Noureddin; for, to tell you the truth, I fear that some harm may yet be in our path.” ‘* What, my son, fear?” ‘Nay, Abdah Nazor, not for myselfi—I know no fear from earth. Itis for one whom I love better than self, that I fear.” The old man regarded the youth a few moments in silence; then turning to where he could command a view of the chiff which overhung the temple, he said: «The sun already gilds the temple peak, and for a GEomicbooks €O