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But it is no good to be closely attached to the perishable things of this world, and we are compelled to leave what leaves us. Accordingly Mosaide, brandishing his stiletto, squalled out his hoarse sounds mingled with sharp yelpings in such a manner that I felt insulted, as well as vituperated, in a chant or song.
As for himself, he not only deserves the wheel formerly attached to the garments of Jews, but also that other wheel on which scoundrels have their bones broken." And my good master, mightily angry in his turn, shook his fist in the direction where Mosaide had disappeared, and accused him of crucifying children and devouring the flesh of new-born babes.
Mosaide, as I have already said to you, gentlemen, is in my house, occupied with the discovery of the deepest secrets contained in the scriptures of the Hebrews, and, over a century old as he is, the rabbi consents not to die, before penetrating into the sense of all cabalistic symbols.
"Alas! sir, I assure you he thought of no such thing, and that it was that horrible Mosa'ide who stabbed him with a stiletto on the road." My words very much displeased M. d'Asterac, who urged me in the most pressing manner never to repeat them again. "Mosaide," he further said, "is a good enough cabalist to reach his enemies without going to the trouble of running after them.
I ran up to him and unhooked him so luckily off the thorns that only a small piece of his breeches stuck to them. Mosaide, having had his say, re-entered the cottage.
And M. Mosaide cannot have so much foolery in his head, under his large bonnet, resembling the crown of Charlemagne; that column of Seth is a ridiculous invention of that shallow Flavius Josephus, an absurd story by which nobody has been imposed upon before you.
We supped with a good appetite. My father asked me if was my intention to re-enter the service of M. d'Asterac. I replied that after the lamented death of my kind master I did not wish to encounter that cruel Mosaide in the house of a nobleman who paid his servants with fine speeches and nothing else. My father very kindly invited me to turn the spit as in former days,
These are fables, my boy, to be left to the ignorant and, if I throw them in the face of that horrible Mosaide, I do it less by the counsels of sound criticism than by the impressive suggestions of resentment and anger." "Oh! sir," I said, "you might have contented yourself with reproaching him for the murder of the Portuguese he killed in the frenzy of his jealousy; that certainly was a murder."
"Mosaide," continued M. d'Asterac, "not only interprets the books of Moses but also that of Enoch, which is much more important, and which has been rejected by the Christians, who were unable to understand it; like the cock of the Arabian fable, who disdained the pearl fallen in his grain.
Right piercing looks were turned on us, but he gave no sign that he noticed our arrival. His face had an expression of painful stubbornness, and he slowly rolled between his rigid fingers the reed which served him for writing. "Do not expect idle words from Mosaide," said M. d'Asterac to us. "For a long time this sage does not communicate with anyone but the genii and myself.
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