The pastor took up the arrow and the papyrus and arose at once.
"Verily, a sending, but it is not for us. Abide here until I deliver it to him that expects it."
He turned toward the ruined wall where Marsyas secluded himself.
The pastor knocked on the dried earth wall without the cave, and the matting was thrust aside. The young Jew stood there.
"I bring thee a message from without," the pastor said at once. "Peace and the love of Christ enter thy heart and uphold thee."
He put the arrow into the young man's hand and saluting him with the sign of the cross, went his way.
"What blind incaution," Marsyas said, after he had stared in astonishment at the things delivered him. "A message! How does he know that he does not bear to me treachery against his people, and his undoing!"
But he sat down and undid the white case.
"That is Agrippa's writing!" he declared after he had read it.
He took up the other. The writing was in Sanskrit.