W. H. D. Rouse
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first heard Aug 2026
last heard 1 Aug
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His voice shook a little as he answered eagerly, Father, there is nothing to forgive.
I am your son.
I will gladly tell you all that I know.
I will give you the secret of faith, Father.
You must believe with all your heart and soul and strength in... Where was the word?
the word that he had been used to utter night and morning, the word that had meant to him more than he had ever known.
What had become of it?
He groped for it in the dark room of his mind.
He had thought he could lay his hand upon it in a moment, but it was gone.
Someone had taken it away.
Everything else was most clear to him, the terror of death, the lonely soul appealing from his father's eyes, the instant need of comfort and help.
but at the one point where he looked for help he could find nothing only an empty space the word of hope had vanished he felt for it blindly and in desperate haste father wait i have forgotten something it has slipped away from me i shall find it in a moment there is hope i will tell you presently oh wait
the bony hand gripped his like a vise the glazed eyes opened wider tell me whispered the old man tell me quickly for i must go
the voice sank into a dull rattle the fingers closed once more and relaxed the light behind the eyes went out hermes the master of the house of the golden pillars was keeping watch by the dead four love in search of a word
the break with the old life was as clean as if it had been cut with a knife some faint image of a hermit's cell a bare lodging in a back street of antioch a classroom full of earnest students remained in irma's memory some dull echo of the voice of john the presbyter and the murmured sound of chanting
and the murmur of great congregations still lingered in his ears but it was like something that had happened to another person something that he had read long ago but of which he had lost the meaning his new life was full and smooth and rich too rich for any sense of loss to make itself felt there were a hundred affairs to busy him and the days ran swiftly by as if they were shod with winged sandals
nothing needed to be considered prepared for begun everything was ready and waiting for him all that he had to do was to go on with it the estate of demetrius was even greater than the world had supposed there were fertile fields in syria which the emperor had given him marble quarries in phrygia and forests of valuable timber in cilicia the vaults of the villa contained chests of gold and silver
the secret cabinets in the master's room were full of precious stones the stewards were diligent and faithful the servants of the magnificent household rejoiced at the young master's return his table was spread the rose garland of pleasure was woven for his head and his cup was already filled with the spicy wine of power
the period of mourning for his father came at a fortunate moment to seclude and safeguard him from the storm of political troubles and persecutions that fell upon antioch after the insults offered by the mob to the imperial statues in the year eight eight seven
the friends of demetrius prudent and conservative persons gathered around hermas and made him welcome to their circle chief among them was libanius the sophist his nearest neighbour whose daughter athenes had been the playmate of hermas in the old days
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