And they came back when it was late and wrapped the body in the coarse cloth and carried it out stealthily and buried it in the Jewish cemetery, and departed again to their own houses.
"And there he lay," said Unorna, "the boy of your race who was faithful to death.

Have you suffered?
Have you for one short hour known the meaning of such great words as you dared to speak to me?
Do you know now what it means to be a martyr, to suffer for standing on the very spot where he lay, you have felt in some small degree a part of what he must have felt.

You live.

Be warned.

If again you anger me, your life shall not be spared you." The visions had all vanished.