Then one blear-eyed and scab-faced cripple scrambled up and struck off his cap with a crutch.

He picked it up again without a look or a word, and strode away.

But next morning, at early prayers, there was a place empty at the door of the mosque.

Its accustomed occupant lay in the prison at the Kasbah.
And if the Muslimeen hated Israel for what he was doing for their Governor, the Jews hated him yet more because it was being done for a Moor.
"He has sold himself to our enemy," they said, "against the welfare of his own nation." At the synagogue they ignored him, and in taking the votes of their people they counted others and passed him by.

He showed no malice.