'Well, go thy way; thou hast good need to thank him.'
Up the path, through the rows of trees, up to the marble entrance, noiselessly moved the aged man, and gently tapped at the door.
Chios arose and opened it, saw who was there, and cried:
'Welcome, welcome, good fellow! Come within. Glad am I to see thee safe and well.'
Judah, full of emotion, staggered rather than walked to a seat, weeping as if his heart would break, and, looking up through his tears, exclaimed:
'Chios, blessed art thou! The blessing of one who was ready to perish, the blessing of one who speaks for his God, the blessing of God, rest ever on thee!'
Chios spake never a word; his heart was full.
'Speak to me, Chios the Greek; let me hear thy voice.'
'I know not what to say,' replied Chios. 'I reckoned thy life worth a thousand of mine, and fought that thou mightst live and do work for thy Master.'
'Chios, neither silver nor gold have I to give thee.'