"Neither many stripes, nor cold, nor hunger, nor thirst, have moved him to righteousness.

It is written that he shall be cut off from his people." "He shall be cut off," answered the rabbis with one voice.
"It is right and just that he should die," continued the father.

"Shall we give him over to the Christians that he may dwell among them and become one of them, and be shown before the world to our shame ?" "We will not let him go," said the dark man, and an evil smile flickered from one face to another as a firefly flutters from tree to tree in the night--as though the spirit of evil had touched each one in turn.
"We will not let him go," said each again.
Lazarus also smiled as though in assent, and bowed his head a little before he spoke.
"I am obedient to your judgment.

It is yours to command and mine to obey.

If you say that he must die, let him die.