Another flash! attended with a loud burst of thunder among the hills.
Nay, let us part in peace, my brother, although I cannot pray with thee,
I can for thee! The God of our Fathers! of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob,
have thee in his holy keeping!
The stranger threw up his arms in a transport of joy. The unconverted,
the _unconvertable_ Jew had prayed for him with the temper of a
christian; and straightway he fell upon his knees and called upon the
God of the Hebrews, in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, to spare
the Jew and change his heart.
The huge gate swung open. The drawbridge fell--a fierce angry light
broke forth suddenly from underneath the scaffold--a black banner
floated all at once from the battlements over the passage-way--a troop
of horsemen, with flashing spears and iron helmets, wheeled slowly into
the court-yard, and drew up in dead silence along the outer barrier. The
headsman appeared. A signal was made from a far window, and lo! the
coronet and the robe, with all the glittering insignia of departed power
and extinguished glory, were torn away, and trampled under foot by the
hoofs of the multitude. A white smoke rolled forth from below, and when
it cleared away, the Jew appeared standing bareheaded between two
gigantic mutes, one of whom bore a naked cimetar, while the other stood
watching his countenance. It continued unaltered--unalterable--nor would
he vouchsafe the slightest token of submission or terror, though the
flames roared, and the white smoke rolled thitherward like the white
sea-fog before a coming storm; but haughtily, steadfastly, and with a
majestic mildness which awed the very soldiery more than all the pomp
they were accustomed to, he pointed to the multitude, lowering about him
with a tempestuous blackness--to the pyre with its covering of
blood-red cloth dripping with recent moisture--to the flames roaring far
below among the dry faggots, and signified a wish to proceed.
Once more shouted a voice from the barrier--My brother! oh my brother!
wilt thou not be prevailed upon, if not for thine own sake, for the sake
of thy beloved wife and thy youngest born--about to perish with
thee--even with thee, my brother, in their marvellous beauty and most
abundant strength.
Away!--and let me die in peace!
Another step thou unconquerable man! But another step--thou apostate
Jew!--and thou art in the world of spirits! Wilt thou not say? _canst_
thou not, with lowliness and fervor, Our Father which art in Heaven! thy
will and not mine be done!
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