Uzza prostrated himself to the ground.
Mohammed turned to Yusuf. "Whom have we here? What said you in your accusation, Abraham? An accomplice of Asru, was it?"
The little peddler, the silent watcher at the door, came forward, hopping along as usual, but with malignant triumph in his face.
"This, O prophet," he said, making obeisance, "is not only an accomplice of Asru, but a sworn enemy of the prophet of Allah and of all who believe in him."
"Why, methinks I have seen him before," said Mohammed, passing his hand over his brow. "Is not this the gentle friend of Amzi?"
"He is the friend of Amzi," returned the Jew, "but even Amzi lies in chains as a spy among the Moslems."
"I had forgotten," said the prophet. "Yet what harm hath this gentle Meccan done?"
"He is Yusuf, the Magian priest," said the Jew. "And believe, O prophet of Allah, the Magians are your most bitter enemies."
Uzza started and leaned forward with intense interest. Yusuf felt his burning gaze fixed on his face.
"What proof have you that this is a Magian priest?" asked the prophet, wearily.