“Perhaps, but they have the majority. Few fall; I think, too, Someone holds them.”
“Thy hopefulness colors thy faith.”
“Thy murmurings run toward final madness, knight; the Rabbis, good men, so taught me.”
“If one star falls may not all? If Providence hold them, why does one escape?”
“Thou hast heard that the giant Orion having lost his eyes, afterward regained his sight by turning his sockets toward the rising sun; that meteor we saw shot through the constellation Orion. Look up.”
“A happy simile and pungent thrust, Jew.”
“He that sent the lightnings to show us our way out of dread Jericho, most likely now commissioned some angel to swing a meteor across the sky as a torch or beacon for our guidance. The trail of flame teaches me that God is writing His royal signature on some great message.”
“This world is too vast and too thronged with insignificants, such as we, for such especial carings on God’s part. There are too many kings, too many shepherds, too many follies for Him to constantly watch any one or two.”
“Backward, forward; now good, now bad. What a charging, changing knight! Pray God to get thee right and then fix thee.”
Their converse was interrupted by a prolonged trumpet blast, echoing from hill to hill. Sir Charleroy sprang to his feet and clasping his sword hilt, cried eagerly, “We’re ambuscaded!”