But, Manahem, Jesus interjected, say on which side thou art....  We know there is but one man; and we are more than a match for one.  Put a sword in Saddoc’s hand.  No!  Manahem! for I should seem like a fool with a sword in my hand.  Since thou sayest there is but one man and we are three, it might be unlucky to turn him from our doors.  May I then open to him?  Jesus asked, and he began to unbar the great door, and a heavy, thick-set man, weary of limb and mind, staggered into the gallery, and stood looking from one to the other, as if trying to guess which of the three would be most likely to welcome him.  His large and bowed shoulders made his bald, egg-shaped skull (his turban had fallen in his flight) seem ridiculously small; it was bald to the ears, and a thick black beard spread over the face like broom, and nearly to the eyes; thick black eyebrows shaded eyes so piercing and brilliant that the three Essenes were already aware that a man of great energy had come amongst them.  He had run up the terraces despite his great girdlestead and he stood before them like a hunted animal, breathing hard, looking from one to the other, a red, callous hand scratching in his shaggy chest, his eyes fixed first on Saddoc and then on Manahem and lastly on Jesus, whom he seemed to recognise as a friend.  May I rest a little while?  If so, give me drink before I sleep, he asked.  No food, but drink.  Why do ye not answer?  Do ye fear me, mistaking me for a robber?  Or have I wandered among robbers?  Where am I?  Hark:  I am but a wayfarer and thou’rt a shepherd of the hills, I know thee by thy garb, thou’lt not refuse me shelter.  And Jesus, turning to Saddoc and Manahem, said:  he shall have the mattress I was to sleep upon.  Give it to him, Manahem.  Thou shalt have food and a coverlet, he said, turning to the wayfarer.  No food! he cried; but a drink of water.  There is some ewe’s milk on the shelf, Manahem.  Thou must be footsore, he said, giving the milk to the stranger, who drank it greedily.  I’ll get thee a linen garment so that thou mayst sleep more comfortable; and I’ll bathe thy feet before sleep; sleep will come easier in a fresh garment.  But to whose dwelling have I come? the stranger asked.  A shepherd told me the Essenes lived among the rocks....  Am I among them?  He told me to keep close to the cliff’s edge or I should topple over.  We watched thee, and it seemed every moment that thou couldst not escape death.  It will be well to ask him his name and whence he comes, Saddoc whispered to Manahem.  The shepherd told thee that we are Essenes, and it remains for thee to tell us whom we entertain.  A prisoner of the Romans——­ A prisoner of the Romans!  Saddoc cried.  Then indeed we are lost; a prisoner of the Romans with soldiers perhaps at thy heels!  A prisoner fled from Roman justice may not lodge here....  Let us put him beyond our doors.  And becoming suddenly courageous Saddoc went up to Paul and tried to lift him to his feet.  Manahem, aid me!