“I mean, what god dost thou worship?”
“There is but one God,” answered Belasez, solemnly.
“That I believe, too: but we do not worship the same God, do we?”
“I think we do—to a certain extent.”
“But there is a difference between us. What is the difference?”
Belasez seemed to hesitate.
“Don’t be afraid, but speak out!” said Margaret, eagerly.
“If I say what my Lady would not approve, would it be right in me?”
“My Lady and mother will not mind. Go on!”
“Damsel, I think the difference touches Him who is the Sent of God, and the Son of the Blessed. We believe in Him, as well as you. But we believe that He is yet to come, and is to be the salvation of Israel. You believe,”—Belasez’s words came slowly, as if dragged from her—“that He is come, long ago; and you think He will save all men.”