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Chapter 22

           DostthouthinkthatI,whohaveseenatownsacked,inwhichthousandsofmyChristiancountrymenperishedbysword,byflood,andbyfire,willblenchfrommypurposefortheoutcriesorscreamsofonesinglewretchedJew?—orthinkestthouthattheseswarthyslaves,whohaveneitherlaw,country,norconscience,buttheirmaster’swill—whousethepoison,orthestake,ortheponiard,orthecord,athisslightestwink—thinkestthouthatTHEYwillhavemercy,whodonotevenunderstandthelanguageinwhichitisasked?—Bewise,oldman;dischargethyselfofaportionofthysuperfluouswealth;repaytothehandsofaChristianapartofwhatthouhastacquiredbytheusurythouhastpractisedonthoseofhisreligion.Thycunningmaysoonswelloutoncemorethyshrivelledpurse,butneitherleechnormedicinecanrestorethyscorchedhideandfleshwertthouoncestretchedonthesebars.Telldownthyransom,Isay,andrejoicethatatsuchratethoucanstredeemtheefromadungeon,thesecretsofwhichfewhavereturnedtotell.Iwastenomorewordswiththee—choosebetweenthydrossandthyfleshandblood,andasthouchoosest,soshallitbe."

           "SomayAbraham,Jacob,andallthefathersofourpeopleassistme,"saidIsaac,"Icannotmakethechoice,becauseIhavenotthemeansofsatisfyingyourexorbitantdemand!"

           "Seizehimandstriphim,slaves,"saidtheknight,"andletthefathersofhisraceassisthimiftheycan."

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