"We will hear him no longer." Then Lazarus led his son away from them, and left them talking together and shaking their heads and wagging their filthy beards.

And in the vision the scene changed.

The chamber with its flickering lamp and its black table and all the men who were in it grew dim and faded away, and in its place there was a dim inner court between high houses, upon which only the windows of the house of Lazarus opened.

There, upon the ground, stood a lantern of horn, and the soft yellow light of it fell upon two pieces of wood, nailed one upon the other to form a small cross--small, indeed, but yet tall enough and broad enough and strong enough to bear the slight burden of the boy's frail body.

And beside it stood Lazarus and Levi, the Short-handed, the strong rabbi, holding Simon Abeles between them.