"Of the king and of the Son—through the king to the Son—there is no other way for you and me."
"Why do you talk as though you were my equal? I am an Egyptian and you are a dirty Jew. Your Messiah is not ours."
"He is the same for all. You have killed Him and we shall give Him birth."
"And kill him also? .... Well, go along," Merira said, and walked on, without looking round. Issachar followed him.
Suddenly Merira stopped, looked round and said:
"Will you follow me about much longer? Go along, I tell you, while you have a chance."
"Don't drive me away, Merira. If I go away He will not come to you...."
"Do you imagine you've a charmed life, you Jewish dog?" Merira shouted, raising his stick.
Issachar never stirred and looked into his eyes. Merira lowered the stick and laughed.
"Ah, you crazy creature! What am I to do with you?" He paused and then said, in a changed voice: