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For once, you can do likewise." Constans bowed his head. "But Issa," he said, thickly. "She would be dead in our arms before we reached the stairs," returned the other. "Can you not leave her to me for just this little while longer?" His voice hardened savagely. "She is mine, do you hear mine, mine. I have paid the price, double and treble, and now I take what is my own."
There are some small remains of antiquity. The foundations of the Roman theatre are partly in the sea, and other Roman ruins are round about the harbour, though the ancient Issa occupied the site of Gradina, 300 ft. above the sea. One statue at least which was found here has been taken to Vienna.
With the object of perfecting himself in the knowledge of the word of God and the study of the laws of the great Buddhas. In his fourteenth year, young Issa, the Blessed One, came this side of the Sindh and settled among the Aryas, in the country beloved by God.
"Issa!" she cried, softly, and fell to weeping, not as a mother for her daughter but as one woman who sorrows for another. "Issa!" she said, again, but neither then nor thereafter did the girl vouchsafe her mother look or word, all her soul seeming to hang upon the will of the man who had brought this woe upon her house.
When the Magi heard these words, they feared to themselves do him harm, but at night, when the whole city slept, they brought him outside the walls and left him on the highway, in the hope that he would not fail to become the prey of wild beasts. But, protected by the Lord our God, Saint Issa continued on his way, without accident.
But Issa, disregarding their words, remained with the Sudras, preaching against the Brahmins and the Kshatriyas. He declaimed strongly against man's arrogating to himself the authority to deprive his fellow-beings of their human and spiritual rights. "Verily," he said, "God has made no difference between his children, who are all alike dear to Him."
They parted with a little sigh, and then the eyes of his sister Issa opened upon him. "Little brother," she whispered, and smiled. Constans looked over at Quinton Edge, but he shook his head and stood back among the shadows. "Little brother," said Issa again, and put out a wavering hand. It had been very quiet in the room for a long time.
"In the day of judgment the Sudras and the Vaisyas will be forgiven for that they knew not the light, while God will let loose his wrath upon those who arrogated his authority." The Vaisyas and the Sudras were filled with great admiration, and asked Issa how they should pray, in order not to lose their hold upon eternal life.
A keen-pointed, heavy throwing-knife hung at Sir Gavan's side. Without a word he snatched it from the sheath, poised and flung it with all his force at his enemy's heart, a master throw and executed like a flash of light. Issa felt rather than saw the coming of the missile, and with an instinctive movement contrived to interpose her own delicate body.
Yet it was not Gavan of the Greenwood Keep who held up his hand in sign of parley, but the Doomsman, Quinton Edge. "The maiden Issa," he said, speaking with a smooth insolence that made Constans set his teeth. "Give her safely to my hand and your goods and your lives shall go free of further damage.
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