“Accidents will happen, privileges or no,” rejoined Nahoum, with lowering eyelids.
The Prince intervened. “Thy own faith forbids the sword, forbids war, or—punishment.”
“The Prophet I follow was called the Prince of Peace, friend,” answered David, bowing gravely across the table.
“Hast thou never killed a man?” asked Kaid, with interest in his eyes. He asked the question as a man might ask another if he had never visited Paris.
“Never, by the goodness of God, never,” answered David.
“Neither in punishment nor in battle?”
“I am neither judge nor soldier, friend.”
“Inshallah, thou hast yet far to go! Thou art young yet. Who can tell?”
“I have never so far to go as that, friend,” said David, in a voice that rang a little.
“To-morrow is no man’s gift.”