“Oh, Lord! how long?” piously exclaimed the Jew.
“Till Shiloh comes!”
“Verily it is so written,” was the Jew’s reply.
“But He has come, Israelite!”
“Where?” the startled Jew questioned, drawing back as if he expected his, to him mysterious, companion to throw back his tunic and declare: “I am he!”
“In the world and in my heart.”
“Ah, Sir Knight, Israel’s desolation refutes all that.”
“Jew, thine eyes are veiled. I’ll teach thee to see Him yet.”
The Jew was puzzled.
The twain fell into prolonged converse, and then in that lone place the Crusader waxed eloquent, preaching Christ and Him crucified to one of Abraham’s seed.