He would see the strangers who asked such a question.
"Sire," said the Moor, "something is in the air.

Your people are whispering of the Messiah." "I'll have them beheaded!" shouted Herod angrily; then, more gently: "I'll have them beheaded if they don't kneel before the Messiah.

I myself will bow before him.

If only I knew where to find him!" "I'll go and look round a little," said the complacent Balthasar, "and if I find him I'll come and tell you." "Do, do, noble stranger," said Herod, "And then, pray take your ease at my palace as long as you like.

Are you fond of golden wine ?" "I drink red wine," answered the Moor.
"Or of the fair women of the west ?" asked the king.
"I love dark-skinned women," said Balthasar.
"Good! Then come, my friend, and bring me news of the new-born king." Balthasar rode on farther with his companions, and directly he left the town the star again shone in front of him.