At the appointed time, upon the day following, Naaman again presented himself before Jehoram, king of Israel.

The latter had assembled about him his courtiers, counselors and wise men. He appeared no longer troubled nor disturbed. He looked with serene eyes upon Naaman, into which, however, there flashed a look of loathing as he remembered that the man before him was a leper.

The courtiers, counselors and wise men of the Kingdom also looked with aversion upon Naaman, notwithstanding the nobility of his form, his handsome, proud face and the magnificence of his raiment, for in Israel the leper is an object of intense aversion, and, had Naaman been an Israelite, he would have been banished in spite of his rank, wealth and the services he had rendered to his country.

The king of Israel and those of his court were deeply incensed that Benhadad, king of Syria, had sent into their midst, to the person of the king himself, a man afflicted with leprosy.

Naaman stood, with folded arms and grave face, waiting for the king to speak.

For some moments Jehoram was silent, pondering the wisest and most judicious manner of making known to Naaman his wish regarding him. The king was perfectly sure that Elisha would extricate him from his difficulty, for had not the prophet bade his servant say, 'Why hast thou rent thy garments?' which meant literally, 'Why art thou troubled and of so little faith?'

But the king, laboring under an erroneous idea as to Benhadad's motive in sending Naaman to him, wished so to act as to leave Benhadad no pretext for making war upon him. Benhadad had in reality desired to be complimentary in the wording of his letter in order to propitiate Jehoram, so that the latter would command Elisha to heal Naaman.

"Naaman of Syria," said Jehoram, "I did promise thee an answer to the letter of thy king. Go thou to the house in Samaria of the prophet, Elisha, and say unto him, 'I am Naaman of Syria, a leper, who hast come to thee to be made whole.' Then will Elisha heal thee of thy leprosy."

"My lord, I know not where dwelleth this Elisha," said Naaman.

"I will send a servant to guide thee," said the king.

So Naaman entered his chariot, and with all his retinue, started for the home of the prophet. The king's servant led the way on foot. The magnificent caravan passed through the streets of Samaria, wound among the hills and stopped before a small and lowly dwelling.

Lifting himself from among his silken cushions, Naaman called impatiently to one of his servants,

"Why hast the caravan come thus to a halt?"

"At the command of the king's servant, my lord," was the reply.

"Send to me the king's servant," cried Naaman, angrily.

In a few moments the servant of the king stood beside the chariot.

"Why hast thou thus stopped the caravan of Naaman?" asked the Syrian nobleman, angrily.

"My lord, I am but fulfilling the orders of the king, my master," was the reply.

"Thou speaketh falsely," cried Naaman, with increasing anger. "Thy master didst command thee to conduct me to the house of Elisha, the prophet."

"My lord, I have obeyed the order of my master," said the servant. "This is the house of Elisha, the prophet."

"'Tis impossible!" cried Naaman, incredulously. "A great man like Elisha must surely dwell in a palace. This is the abode of a man, humble, obscure; Elisha is rich and famous."

The king's servant regarded Naaman wonderingly.

"Pardon me, my lord, but thou dost know little regarding the prophet Elisha," he said. "'Tis true that his fame hath gone forth over the land, but Elisha hath not riches; he is a man, poor and humble; he dwelleth not in a palace, this is his home."

Naaman, perplexed and wondering, waved the servant of the king impatiently aside and summoning one of his own servants, said to him:

"Go thou into the house of Elisha and say to him that Naaman, general in the Syrian Army, high in favor with Benhadad, king of Syria, doth desire speech with him."

The servant passed into the house of Elisha. In a short while he came forth alone.

"Is not the prophet, Elisha, within?" asked Naaman, impatiently.

"Yes, my lord," was the answer, "but I saw him not. The servant of Elisha did carry the message to his master."

"And what answer sendeth Elisha?" asked Naaman, with eagerness.

"Elisha desireth to know, my lord, what is thy will with him," replied the servant.

Naaman's brow darkened with displeasure.

"Is it thus that the great and rich Naaman of Syria is received by the poor and humble Elisha?" he cried. Then, remembering the errand upon which he had come, he controlled his indignation, thinking, "I must humor this man if I would have my will of him: Go thou again into the house of Elisha," he said, "and bid the servant say to his master, that Naaman of Syria hath journeyed from Damascus that Elisha may heal him of his leprosy."

The servant turned away and passed into the house. In a few minutes he returned with the servant of Elisha who, approaching Naaman, said:

"My master, Elisha sayeth unto Naaman of Syria, 'Go thou and bathe seven times in the Jordan and thy flesh shalt recover health and thou shalt be clean.'"

"Dost thy master mean to mock me that he treateth me as though I were but a common outcast leper?" cried Naaman. "I did think that he would have come out to see me, and, touching with his hand the place of the leprosy, would have invoked the name of Jehovah, his God, and healed me. Go wash seven times in the Jordan? What marvelous power doth the Jordan possess? But enough of this folly. Thy master doth but speak in jest. Go say to him that Naaman of Syria came not to be mocked, but to be cured of his leprosy, and that he bringeth with him a great treasure with which to reward Elisha."

"My lord, it would avail naught for me to carry thy message to my master," said the servant. "Elisha hath spoken," and, turning, he passed quietly among the servants of Naaman and entered the lowly dwelling of his master.

Naaman sat for some moments in silence. The servant of the king looked up at him eagerly and seemed about to speak, but awed, perhaps, by the Syrian's white face and sombre eyes, remained silent.

At length, Naaman roused himself, sprang to his feet, and drawing his splendid form to its full height, cried in a loud voice:

"Back to Damascus! Naaman hath but come upon a fool's errand." Then turning upon the servant of the king, he cried, in tones of great anger, "Go to thy master, Jehoram, king of Israel, and say to him that Benhadad, king of all Syria, will know how to avenge the insult that hath been offered to Naaman."

"But, my lord, the king, my master, didst intend thee no insult," protested the servant. "The ways of Elisha are not like unto the ways of other men."

"Stop not to parley with me!" cried Naaman, furiously. "Be gone ere I bid my servants drive thee hence."

The servant of the king bowed his head and passed swiftly away.

"Now, onward to Damascus," said Naaman, throwing himself wearily back upon the cushions.

At that moment, however, one of Naaman's servants, a white-haired old man, approached the chariot and said:

"Wilt my lord hear patiently old Masrekah whose hair has grown gray in his service and who didst serve his father before him?"

"Speak, my good Masrekah," answered Naaman.

"My lord, thou art a mighty man of valor and know not the meaning of fear," continued Masrekah. "If the prophet, Elisha, bade thee do some act difficult of achievement, thou wouldst have listened and obeyed?"

"Ay, most willingly," replied Naaman.

"Then, my master, do not despise this thing that Elisha bid thee do because it is a simple thing," said Masrekah. "My lord, I do not believe that Elisha doth intend thee mockery and insult. Didst thou not take heed of the words of the king's servant, 'The ways of Elisha are not like unto the ways of other men?' Thou, my lord, didst expect to find him in a palace, but instead he dwelleth as do the poor and lowly. Thou didst think that he would heal thee with ostentatious and impressive ceremonial, but he sendeth thee word to go to bathe seven times in the Jordan and thou shalt be clean. My Lord, despise not the bidding of Elisha."

"Thou speaketh with the wisdom of years, my good Masrekah," answered Naaman. "Naaman will give heed to thy words. I go to bathe seven times in the Jordan."