“Then, Jew, to thee, life is worth living?”
“Oh truly! Oh, if this light could only spread over Egypt and all my own Syria!”
“Thy desire is akin to that of Mary’s son and noble. Certain it is that we can not spread that light by fighting to sustain the fateful Crescent.”
“By the glory of God, I never will.”
“Nor I, son of Abraham; so let’s decline.”
“And go to the slave mart?”
“Oh, no, not while I’ve a sword, Ichabod.”
“Then to flee is the word?”
“The eastern campaigning with the sheik, would be a little longer route to Paradise?”
“Perhaps not; I am assured that we are needed of God by the use He has recently made of us. He will keep us in our flight from bloody persecuting war, and possible apostacy.”