Owen turned round and looked at his disciple with kindling eyes."I do believe, O you of little faith!" he said."I do believe that yonder Ihave a mission, and that He Whom I serve will give me power to carry out that mission.You are right, I can work no miracles; but He can work miracles Whom everything in heaven and earth obeys, and if there is need He will work them through me, His instrument.Or perhaps He will not work them, and I shall die, because thus His ends will best be forwarded.At the least I go in faith, fearing nothing, for what has he to fear who knows the will of God and does it? But to you who doubt, I say--leave me!"The man spread out his hands in deprecation; his thick lips trembled a little, and something like a tear appeared at the corners of his eyes.
"Father," he said, "am I a coward that you should talk to me thus? I, who for twenty years have been a soldier of my king and for ten a captain in my regiment? These scars show whether or no I am a coward,"and he pointed to his breast, "but of them I will not speak.I am no coward, else I had not gone upon that errand of yours.Why, then, should you reproach me because my ears are not so open as yours, as my heart has not understanding? I worship that God of Whom you have taught me, but He never speaks to me as He does to you.I never meet Him as I walk at night; He leaves me quite alone.Therefore it is that I fear that when the hour of trial comes He may desert you; and unless He covers you with His shield, of this I am sure, that the spear is forged which shall blush red in your heart, my father.It is for you that I fear, who are so gentle and tender; not for myself, who am well accustomed to look in the eyes of Death, and who expect no more than death.""Forgive me," said Owen hastily, for he was moved; "and be sure that the shield will be over us till the time comes for us to pass whither we shall need none."*****
That night Owen rose from the task at which he was labouring slowly and painfully--a translation of passages from the Gospel of St.John into the language of the Amasuka--and going to the open window-place of the hut, he rested his elbows upon it and thought, staring with empty eyes into the blackness of the night.Now it was as he sat thus that a great agony of doubt took possession of his soul.The strength which hitherto had supported him seemed to be withdrawn, and he was left, as John had said, "quite alone." Strange voices seemed to whisper in his ears, reproaching and reviling him; temptations long ago trampled under foot rose again in might, alluring him.
"Fool," said the voices, "get you hence before it is too late.You have been mad; you who dreamed that for your sake, to satisfy your pride, the Almighty will break His silence and strain His law.Are you then better, or greater, or purer than millions who have gone before you, that for you and you alone this thing should be done? Why, were it not that you are mad, you would be among the chief of sinners; you who dare to ask that the Powers of Heaven should be set within your feeble hand, that the Angels of Heaven should wait upon your mortal breath.Worm that you are, has God need of such as you? If it is His will to turn the heart of yonder people He will do it, but not by means of /you/.You and the servant whom you are deluding to his death will perish miserably, and this alone shall be the fruit of your presumptuous sin.Get you back out of this wilderness before the madness takes you afresh.You are still young, you have wealth; look where She stands yonder whom you desire.Get you back, and forget your folly in her arms."These thoughts, and many others of like nature, tore Owen's soul in that hour of strange and terrible temptation.He seemed to see himself standing before the thousands of the savage nation he went to save, and to hear the mocking voices of their witch-finders commanding him, if he were a true man and the servant of that God of Whom he prated, to give them a sign, only a little sign; perhaps to move a stone without touching it with his hand, or to cause a dead bough to blossom.
Then he would beseech Heaven with frantic prayers, and in vain, till at length, amidst a roar of laughter, he, the false prophet and the liar, was led out to his doom.He saw the piteous wondering look of the believer whom he had betrayed to death; he saw the fierce faces and the spears on high.Seeing all this his spirit broke, and, just as the little clock in the room behind him struck the first stroke of midnight, with a great and bitter cry to God to give him back the faith and strength that he had lost, Owen's head fell forward and he sank into a swoon there upon the window-place.
