"But they are all white men there." "White-hearted men, my lad," said Israel; "and a Jewish man may find rest for the sole of his foot among them." That same day the black boy bade farewell to Israel and to Naomi.

He was leaving them for ever, and he was broken-hearted.

Israel was his father, Naomi was his sister, and never again should he set his eyes on either.
But in the pride of his perilous mission he bore himself bravely.
"Well, good-night," he said, taking Naomi's hand, but not looking into her blind face.
"Good-night," she answered, and then, after a moment, she flung her arms about his neck and kissed him.

He laughed lightly, and turned to Israel.
"Good-night, father," he said in a shrill voice.
"A safe journey to you, my son," said Israel; "and may you do all my errands." "God burn my great-grandfather if I do not!" said Ali stoutly.
But with that word of his country his brave bearing at length broke down, and drawing Israel aside, that Naomi might not hear, he whispered, sobbing and stammering, "When--when I am gone, don't, don't tell her that I was black." Then in an instant he fled away.
"In peace!" cried Israel after him.

"In peace! my brave boy, simple, noble, loyal heart!" Next morning Israel, leaving Naomi at home, set off for the Kasbah, that he might carry out his great resolve to give up the office he held under the Kaid.