"The pages of history are littered with the bodies of strong men who have opened their lips to the poisoned spoon." Aaron Thurnbrein spat upon the floor.
"There is but one Maraton," he cried fervently.

"There has been but one since the world was shaped.

He is come, and the first step towards our deliverance is at hand." The older man, whose trembling fingers still rested upon the sheets of paper, looked at his visitor curiously.
"You are a Jew," he muttered.

"Why do you worship Maraton?
He is not of your race." The young man's gesture was almost sublime.
"Jew or Christian--what does it matter ?" he demanded.

"I am a Jew.
What has my religion done for me?
Nothing! I am a free man in my thoughts.