"Is she good-looking?"
I still gave no answer.
"I have forgotten your name. What is it?"
"Samuel."
"Now listen, Samuel, this is a very serious affair. It is much
worse than what is told of Joseph the righteous. Do you understand?
I do not really know how to make it clear to you. It is very
dangerous to find good and true friends right here in exile, in the
very ranks of our enemies."
"Why?" wondered I.
"I cannot tell you, but this is how I feel. Insulted and outraged
we have been brought here; insulted and outraged we should depart
from here. Ours is the right of the oppressed; and that right we
must cherish till we return home."
"I do not understand!"
Jacob looked at me sharply, and said: "Well, I have warned you; keep
away from her."
His words entered into the depths of my heart. I bowed my head
before Yekil, and submitted to his authority. That was the way we
all felt: Yekil had only to look at us to subject us to his will.
It was hard to resist him.
I felt a great change in myself: I had been relieved of the weight
of two sins.
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