The old man disarms me by that name." He looked down at her with softening eyes.
"And the shepherd held thy hand ?" he said softly.

She turned upon him in astonishment.

How much of joy and surprise and hope he could bring in a single visit, she thought.

Now, behold he had met that same delightsome child that had passed like a dash of sunlight across her dark day.
"Did you meet the shepherd of Pella ?" she asked.

Instant deduction supplied her the name that had moved him to compassion.