With that word on his lips he smiled and sighed, and sank back.
It was now quite dark.
When the Mahdi returned to his place at Israel's feet the dying man
seemed to have been feeling for his hand. Taking it now, he brought
it to his breast, where Naomi's hand lay under his own trembling one.
With that last effort, and a look into the girl's face
that must have pursued him home, his grand eyes closed for ever.
In the silence that followed after the departing spirit the deep swell
of the
funeral wail came rolling heavily on the night air: "Allah Akbar!
Al-lah-u-kabar!"
In a few minutes more the
procession of the people of Tetuan who had come
out to bury Israel ben Oliel had arrived at the house.
"He has gone," said the Mahdi, pointing down; and then lifting his eyes
towards heaven, he added, "TO THE KING!"
End