is itself a mutilation. I do not contest its
value, mark you; but if thou deny’st that Jesus
was right to leave a knife whereby the sinner might
free himself from sin thou must also deny circumcision.
Circumcision is the sign of our race, Dan answered.
A physical sign, an outward sign, Joseph cried, and
he asked his father to say if the Jews would ever
forget priests and ritual; and he reminded his father
that the once sinner, now a holy anchorite, did not
bring an appetency into the world that could be overcome
by prayer, and so had to resort to the knife that
he might live in the spirit. It seems to me,
Joseph, that we should live as God made us, for better
or worse. But, Father, once you admit circumcision——
A man should not be over-nice, Joseph, and though
it be far from my thought to wish to see thee a fornicator
or adulterer it would rejoice me exceedingly to see
grandchildren about me. There is a maiden——
Another reason, Father, of which I have not yet spoken
makes the marriage of the flesh seem a vanity to me,
and that is—— I know it well, Joseph,
that the great day is coming when the world will be
remoulded afresh. But, Father, do ye believe
in nothing but observances? Tell me, Joseph, did
thy prophet ever raise anybody from the dead?
Yes, and hoping to convince his father by another
miracle he fell to telling eagerly how a young girl
who was being carried to the grave was called back
to life.
She was, he said, coming from her wedding feast.
And he told how there were in the village two young
girls, one as fair as the other, rivals in love as
well as in beauty, both having the same young man in
their hearts, and for a long time it seemed uncertain
which would get him; for he seemed to favour them
alternately, till at length Ruth, unable to bear her
jealousy any longer, went to the young man, saying
that she was close on a resolve to see him no more.
Your lover? he answered, his cheek blanching, for
he dearly loved her. I haven’t gotten a
lover, she said; only a share in a lover. Your
words, Ruth, relieve me of much trouble, he replied,
and took her in his arms and said: it was a good
thought that brought you hither, for if you hadn’t
come I might never have been able to decide between
you, but your coming has given me strength, and now
I know which I desire. And then it was the girl’s
cheek that grew pale, for he hadn’t answered
at once which he would have. Which? she asked,
and he replied: you, not Rachel. If that
be so, she answered, I am divided between joy and
sorrow; gladness for myself, sorrow for my friend;
and it behoves me to go to her and tell her of her
loss. I am the chosen one, she said to Rachel,
who turned away, saying: had I gone to him and
asked him to choose between us he would have chosen
me. He couldn’t do else.