Thereupon an overseer ran up and flogged him with a cruel whip cut from the hide of the sea-horse.

The man turned and, lifting a wooden spade that he carried, struck the overseer such a blow that he cracked his skull so that he fell down dead.

Other overseers rushed at the Hebrew, as these Israelites were called, and beat him till he also fell.

Then a soldier appeared and, seeing what had happened, drew his bronze sword.

From among the throng sprang out a girl, young and very lovely although she was but roughly clad.
Since then I have seen Merapi, Moon of Israel, as she was called, clad in the proud raiment of a queen, and once even of a goddess, but never, I think, did she look more beauteous than in this hour of her slavery.
Her large eyes, neither blue nor black, caught the light of the moon and were aswim with tears.