I still gave no answer.

"I have forgotten your name. What is it?"

"Samuel."

"Now listen, Samuel, this is a very serious affair. It is much

worse than what is told of Joseph the righteous. Do you understand?

I do not really know how to make it clear to you. It is very

dangerous to find good and true friends right here in exile, in the

very ranks of our enemies."

"Why?" wondered I.

"I cannot tell you, but this is how I feel. Insulted and outraged

we have been brought here; insulted and outraged we should depart

from here. Ours is the right of the oppressed; and that right we

must cherish till we return home."

"I do not understand!"

Jacob looked at me sharply, and said: "Well, I have warned you; keep

away from her."

His words entered into the depths of my heart. I bowed my head

before Yekil, and submitted to his authority. That was the way we

all felt: Yekil had only to look at us to subject us to his will.

It was hard to resist him.

I felt a great change in myself: I had been relieved of the weight

of two sins. Of one I had been absolved completely, and the other I

had confessed in public and repented of. I gladly joined the little

congregation, and we returned to our Psalms, which we recited

instead of Lamentations. At the conclusion I proposed that we chant

the Psalm "By the rivers of Babylon," which we all knew by heart.

And we, a congregation of four little Jews, stood up in the valley

on the estate of Peter Khlopov, concealed by steep hills and by the

darkness of the night: thieves for the benefit of our masters, and

mourners of Zion on our own account. . . . And we chanted out of

the depths of our hearts:

"By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat and wept, remembering Zion."

. . .

We chanted the whole of it, sat down and wept, remembering at the

same time all we had gone through ourselves, and also the position

we were in at that time.--

Here old Samuel shuddered and stopped abruptly. The sun had set,

and he reminded himself that he had forgotten to say his afternoon

prayer. He jumped down hastily, washed his hands in a near-by pool,

returned to his seat, and became absorbed in his devotion.

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