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Updated: May 17, 2025
Apleon's chaplain was there, and in a voice heard clearly by everyone at the farthest remove from him, he asked: "Isaac Wolferstein, will you worship "The Lord Apleon?" Wolferstein was hoarse with pain and thirst, but lifting his head proudly, he looked the "False Prophet" full in the eyes, as he cried fearlessly: "Never! Apleon, is a demon, and of his father Beelzebub!"
As, of old, the Roman populace gathered in holiday, theatre mood to see the Christians tortured and slain, so had this great concourse gathered about the beautiful Miriam, and her handsome lover Isaac Wolferstein. One of the Kiosks, from which "Covenant" brands were worked, was opened, and the spring instrument was brought out.
"I will not, not even if you torture me to death," she cried. "Wait until your torture begins, before you brag!" this to Miriam. Then turning to some of the soldiers, he cried: "Strip her, don't leave a rag upon her, and treat her from top to toe with that smearing of honey!" Wolferstein shut his teeth sharply with the agony that swept over him at this order.
He turned to Wolferstein again, saying: "Where has Cohen, the ex-priest, and that herd of disloyal pigs gone?" "I will not tell you!" replied the captive, proudly. "You defy me, so be it. Aha, aha!" The "False Prophet" laughed mockingly.
Once, just before the crazing robbed him of coherent thought, the mind of Wolferstein travelled to the Psalm he knew so well from his childhood's days, and his black backed lips feebly murmured: "Be not far from me, O God, for there is none to help me. Many bulls of Bashan have compassed me. I am poured out like water, my heart is like wax, it is melted within me.
Don't put it on thickly, but as light as you can, that the insects may find his flesh through the honey." The officer's bidding was done. Then began as hideous a martyrdom for Isaac Wolferstein, as had ever come to a soul loyal to God. The flies, ants, and a score of other stinging things found him out. His honey-smeared flesh was black with them.
The betrayer was inclined to be surly, but the chaplain knew how to speak like the "lamb," and quickly mollified the young Hebrew. Then, together, they plotted and conferred, their plotting based on the supposition that young Isaac Wolferstein, the fugitive lover of Miriam would return, secretly, to induce Miriam to share the loyal-to-Jehovah flight of himself and her father.
The two scenes recorded in previous chapters the torture and beheading of Isaac Wolferstein and his beautiful fiancee, Miriam Cohen, and the beheading of three at St. Paul's were duplicated many thousands of times, every town and city of the wide world had its own hideous tale of torturing and of death.
Isaac Wolferstein was cruelly bound, fastened to the rear of the car, and made to stumble over the road, and often to be dragged, when the pace of the car carried him off his feet. Once or twice he almost fainted, for the soles of his feet were skinned his captors had purposely divested him of his shoes and socks. The ants found out the bare, bleeding feet and added torment to his pain.
A moment later, the head of Isaac Wolferstein rolled to the pavement, and a second woman caught that and hurled it over the heads of the people in the opposite direction to that in which Miriam's head had gone. "A kick-off," shouted the hurler of the head, "for the second team."
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