Herod acknowledged the speech with a wave of the hand.
“Who are you? Whence do you come?” he asked, adding significantly, “Let each speak for himself.”
In turn they gave him account, referring simply to the cities and lands of their birth, and the routes by which they came to Jerusalem. Somewhat disappointed, Herod plied them more directly.
“What was the question you put to the officer at the gate?”
“We asked him, Where is he that is born King of the Jews.”
“I see now why the people were so curious. You excite me no less. Is there another King of the Jews?”
The Egyptian did not blanch.
“There is one newly born.”
An expression of pain knit the dark face of the monarch, as if his mind were swept by a harrowing recollection.
“Not to me, not to me!” he exclaimed.