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Updated: May 31, 2025
"Lazarus, thy fair sister doth take hearts into account rather than shekels and talents of gold." "Perhaps there is wisdom in the words she speaketh when she saith you know her not," and Lazarus smiled. "Seat thyself and make ready for a better acquaintance." "Thou speakest," Zador answered heartily, glancing toward the window-seat.
"Doth not the needlework far exceed that of Israel's workers in fine thread?" "The workmanship is wonderful. Yet here are loose stitches at the top of the border." Zador caught up the cloak hem and examined it with careful eye as he said, "Thou knowest. On the morrow will it be mended.
It was in the feast room Zador made known his business, and yet, not until some discussion of other matters had taken place, beginning with a description of a Roman banquet at which the Jew had been a guest. "The table at which we sat was of citron wood from Mauritania, more precious than gold.
Suppose you, that the silversmiths, gold-gilders, pearl and ivory and filigree workers should secretly band themselves together, hast thou knowledge to compute the loss to my profit?" Herod Antipas had covered his sharp teeth with his lip and was listening intently to Zador Ben Amon.
From it hung bangles, like bits of fine gold lace, carrying, each in the center, a precious stone of changing color. At sight of it Martha gave an exclamation of delight, and Lazarus and Joel looked at it with interest. "My betrothal gift to Mary," Zador Ben Amon said with undisguised admiration as he turned it about and shook it so that the tinkling of the bangles sounded.
And the thong writhed and hissed and struck and stung and the coin-laden tables were overturned with the ease and fury of an enraged man brushing straw aside. Seeing the uproar about his table, Zador Ben Amon pushed his way through the confusion just in time to see two well filled money bags kicked open by a fellow money-changer trying to escape the scourge.
After pausing a moment Zador pointed toward the steps and said, "Look, seest thou the woman with a man on each side of her? She weareth white with a veil. And the one man is a Rabbi with uncovered head and carrying a staff. The other weareth a blue turban with fringed sash on the side. See them? Midway of the third step they stand. Let us move toward them."
"God of Abraham!" Zador Ben Amon exclaimed when Lazarus and his friends had passed through the gate. "With what eyes doth he do it? Twice hath he sent me his mind without words. As I stood by the pillar in the Temple did he not say to me, keen as the arrow flies, 'Thou art the man'? Now hath he shot again at me such words as lay hold like hooks of steel in raw flesh.
And if such a chance as Zador Ben Amon should be hers would not my heart rejoice?" "Hath he spoken to Lazarus for her hand?" "Nay, nor hath he supped with us for many months, nor even sent a message." "Hath Mary's heart been heavy?"
"Doth her shoulder touch his as she leaneth close to hear the words he speaks?" "Who knoweth?" "How doth he hold his arm nearest the woman?" and in his anxiety to see, Zador raised his head above the jar. "His words and touch maketh her face to shine. Like a sour citron did her countenance glow when I did try to touch her," he growled. "Hst! Hst! Hst!"
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