"I shall tell thee. Know thou, first, that I am here, since several weeks, abiding among the weavers of Bezetha, and laboring with them; for Peter, the usurer of Ptolemais, is dead and his servants scattered abroad. Since Jerusalem hath been purified of the heresy, there is little search after the Nazarenes, so, as the robbed house is more secure than the one as yet unentered by thieves, I am unmolested in Bezetha. Yet, until this morning, I have not dared venture into the Temple." "But Saul?" Marsyas urged impatiently. "I am coming unto Saul. Jonathan, the High Priest, exhausted the patience of Vitellius in ten months. The Roman's endurance wore through and snapped on a sudden like an overstrained cord. On a certain day, in the Feast of Tabernacles, Jonathan was High Priest; ere nightfall some respected Jew complained to the legate; the next day, Theophilus, brother to Jonathan, was clothed in the robes of Aaron. "Saul was brought up for the instant, but thou knowest that he is no cautious weigher of conditions. He did that which hath proven him not the unforeseeing time-server of a bloodthirsty man, but a follower of his own conscience and the servant of his own zeal. He went to the new High Priest while yet the robes retained the shape of Jonathan, and spake unto him: 'O ruler of my people, is the purification of the faith to be given over, seeing that it was the way of thy brother and abhorred of the Roman? Servest thou Vitellius or Jehovah?' It is not told abroad among the people what answer was given, what further asked, except that the chastening of the heretics was continued unabated, until all Judea was cleansed. And yesterday, Saul was given letters to Jews in Syria, permitting him to carry his examinations into Damascus and--" "Damascus!" Marsyas cried, seizing the rabbi's arm. "Yes; and to bring the offenders to Jerusalem for trial." "Is he gone?" Marsyas demanded in a terrible voice. "He passed out of the Damascus Gate at sunset last night." "Come! Go with me! Let us overtake him! He shall not go on!" "For revenge, Marsyas?" Eleazar asked mildly, but with reproof in his eyes. "To cut him off from desolating me wholly!" Marsyas declared. Eleazar looked away over the hollows and gentler hills covered with houses, toward the summit of Olivet, golden in the sun. "Then I shall not dissuade thee, Marsyas; but I can not go with thee," he said. "Why?" Marsyas demanded, with a flush of feeling. "I have suffered from oppression in the name of the Lord; it is the Lord's will. I have changed in the days of my misfortunes." Marsyas came close to him. "Art thou a Nazarene, Eleazar?" he asked in a low tone. "Nay, I am a good Jew, a better Jew, for I have become a Jew, again, through understanding." But Marsyas was not willing to wait for the rabbi's philosophy; he moved restlessly as he stood, and finally put forth his hand to say farewell, but Eleazar held it.