My brave boy, you will go far, but I do not fear for you.

When you are gone I shall think of you; and if you should sometimes think of your old master who could not keep you, we may not always be apart." The lad had listened to these words in blank bewilderment.

That strange disasters had of late befallen their household was an idea that had forced itself upon his unwilling mind.

But that Israel, the greatest, noblest, mightiest man in the world--let the dogs of rasping Jews and the scurvy hounds of Moors yelp and bark as they would--should fall to be less than the least in Tetuan, and, having fallen that he should send him away--him, Ali, his boy whom he had brought up, Naomi's old playfellow--Allah! Allah! in the name of the merciful God, what did his master mean?
Ali's big eyes began to fill, and great beads rolled down his black cheeks.

Then, recovering his speech he blurted out that he would not go.
He would follow his father and serve him until the end of his life.