"That writing must be taken and delivered into my hands!" repeated the Rabbi decisively.
"Nassi! who is to take it from him?" Todros fixed his glaring eyes upon his follower. "That writing must be taken from him and delivered into my hands," he repeated for the third time.
Moshe bent his head.
"Rabbi!" he whispered, "I understand. Rest in peace. When he reads the abomination before the people such a storm will break over his head that it will lay him in the dust."
Again there was silence. The Rabbi interrupted it:
"Moshe!"
"Yes, Nassi!"
"When is he going to read that blasphemous writing?"
"He is going to read it in the Bet-ha-Midrash after sunset."
"Moshe! go at once to the shamos (messenger) and tell him to convoke the elders and the judges in the Bet-ha-Kahol for a solemn judgment."