“And there he lay,” said Unorna, “the boy of your race who was faithful to death.  Have you suffered?  Have you for one short hour known the meaning of such great words as you dared to speak to me?  Do you know now what it means to be a martyr, to suffer for standing on the very spot where he lay, you have felt in some small degree a part of what he must have felt.  You live.  Be warned.  If again you anger me, your life shall not be spared you.”

The visions had all vanished.  Again the wilderness of gravestones and lean, crooked trees appeared, wild and desolate as before.  The Wanderer roused himself and saw Unorna standing before Israel Kafka’s prostrate body.  As though suddenly released from a spell he sprang forward and knelt down, trying to revive the unconscious man by rubbing his hands and chafing his temples.

CHAPTER XVI

The Wanderer glanced at Unorna’s face and saw the expression of relentless hatred which had settled upon her features.  He neither understood it nor attempted to account for it.  So far as he knew, Israel Kafka was mad, a man to be pitied, to be cared for, to be controlled perhaps, but assuredly not to be maltreated.  Though the memories of the last half hour were confused and distorted, the Wanderer began to be aware that the young Hebrew had been made to suffer almost beyond the bounds of human endurance.  So far as it was possible to judge, Israel Kafka’s fault consisted in loving a woman who did not return his love, and his worst misdeed had been his sudden intrusion upon an interview in which the Wanderer could recall nothing which might not have been repeated to the whole world with impunity.

During the last month he had lived a life of bodily and mental indolence, in which all his keenest perceptions and strongest instincts had been lulled into a semi-dormant state.  Unknown to himself, the mainspring of all thought and action had been taken out of his existence together with the very memory of it.  For years he had lived and moved and wandered over the earth in obedience to one dominant idea.  By a magic of which he knew nothing that idea had been annihilated, temporarily, if not for ever, and the immediate consequence had been the cessation of all interest and of all desire for individual action.  The suspension of all anxiety, restlessness and mental suffering had benefited the physical man though it had reduced the intelligence to a state bordering upon total apathy.

But organisations, mental or physical, of great natural strength, are never reduced to weakness by a period of inactivity.  It is those minds and bodies which have been artificially developed by a long course of training to a degree of power they were never intended to possess, which lose that force almost immediately in idleness.  The really very strong man has no need of constant gymnastic exercise; he will be stronger than other men whatever he does.  The strong character