He repents not, though I have done my utmost to bring him back to the paths of righteousness.

Question him, my masters, and let us see what he will say." White and exhausted with long hunger and thirst, his body broken by torture, scarcely any longer sensible to bodily pain, Simon Abeles would have fallen to the ground had his father not held him under the arms.
His head hung forward and the pale and noble face was inclined towards the breast, but the deep, dark eyes were open and gazed calmly upon those who sat in judgment at the table.

A rough piece of linen cloth was wrapped about the boy's shoulders and body, but his thin arms were bare.
"Hearest thou, Simon, son of Lazarus ?" asked the rabbis.

"Knowest thou in whose presence thou standest ?" "I hear you and I know you all." There was no fear in the voice though it trembled from weakness.
"Renounce then thy errors, and having suffered the chastisement of thy folly, return to the ways of thy father and of thy father's house and of all thy people." "I renounce my sins, and whatsoever is yet left for me to suffer, I will, by God's help, so bear it as to be not unworthy of Christ's mercy." The rabbis gazed at the brave young face, and smiled and wagged their beards, talking one with another in low tones.
"It is as we feared," they said.

"He is unrepentant and he is worthy of death.