when she came on heat again she should be sent to a pure Thracian like herself.  Joseph asked, not because he was interested in dog-breeding, but to make talk, if the puppies were mongrels.  Mongrels, Jesus repeated, overlooking them; not altogether mongrels, three-quarter bred; the dog that begot them was a mongrel, half Syrian, half Thracian.  I’ve seen worse dogs highly prized.  Send the bitch to a dog of pure Thracian stock and thou’lt get some puppies that will be the sort that I used to seek.

Joseph waited, for he expected Jesus to speak of the Essenes and of the time when he was their shepherd; but Jesus’ thoughts seemed to have wandered from dogs, and to bring them back to dogs again Joseph interposed:  thou wast then a shepherd?  But Jesus did not seem to hear him, and as he was about to repeat his question he remembered that Esora told him to keep to the present time.  We do not know, she said, that he remembers, and if he has forgotten the effort to remember will fatigue him, or it may be, she had added, that he wishes to keep his troubles out of mind.  A shrewd old thing, Joseph said to himself, and he sat by Jesus considering how he might introduce the subject he had come to speak to Jesus about, the necessity of his departure from Judea.  But as no natural or appropriate remark came into his mind to make, he sat like one perplexed and frightened, not knowing how the silence that had fallen would be broken.  It is easy, he thought, for Esora to say, speak only of present things, but it is hard to keep on speaking of things to a man whose thoughts are always at ramble.  But if I speak to him of his health an occasion must occur to remind him that a change is desirable after a long or a severe illness.  It may have been that Joseph did not set forth the subject adroitly; he made mention, however, of a marvellous recovery, and as Jesus did not answer him he continued:  Esora thought that thou wouldst be able to get as far as the terrace in another week, but thou’rt on the terrace to-day.  Still Jesus did not answer him, and feeling that nothing venture nothing win, he struck boldly out into a sentence that change of air is the best medicine after sickness.  Jesus remaining still unresponsive, he added:  sea air is better than mountain air, and none as beneficial as the air that blows about Caesarea.

The word Caesarea brought a change of expression into Jesus’ face, and Joseph, interpreting it to mean that Jesus was prejudiced against those coasts, hastened to say that a sick man is often the best judge of the air he needs.  But, Joseph, I have none but thee, Jesus said; and the two men sat looking into each other’s eyes, Joseph thinking that if Jesus were to recover his mind he would be outcast, as no man had ever been before in the world:  without a country, without kindred, without a belief wherewith to cover himself; for nothing, Joseph said to himself as he sat looking into Jesus’ eyes, has happened as he thought it would; and no man finds