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'I have saved many a Christian child, Golda.'
'They will not remember that.'
'But I must remember the ritual.' And he made a movement.
'No, no, Aaron! Listen!'
The shrill noises seemed to have veered round towards the front of the house. He shrugged his shoulders. 'I hear only the goats bleating.'
She clung to him as he made for the door. 'For the sake of our children!'
'Do not be so childish yourself, my crown!'
'But I am not childish. Hark!'
He smiled calmly. 'The door must be opened.'
Her fears lent her scepticism. 'It is you that are childish. You know no Prophet of Redemption will come through the door.'
He caressed his venerable beard. 'Who knows?'
'I know. It is a Destroyer, not a Redeemer of Israel, who will come.
Listen! Ah, G.o.d of Abraham! Do you not hear?'
Unmistakably the howl of a riotous mob was approaching, mingled with the reedy strains of an accordion.
'Down with the _Zhits_! Death to the dirty Jews!'
'G.o.d in heaven!' She released her husband, and ran towards the children with a gesture as of seeking to gather them all in her arms.
Then, hearing the bolts shot back, she turned with a scream. 'Are you mad, Aaron?'
But he, holding her back with his gaze, threw wide the door with his left hand, while his right upheld Elijah's goblet, and over the ululation of the unseen mob and the shrill spasms of music rose his Hebrew welcome to the visitor: '_Baruch habaa!_'
Hardly had the greeting left his lips when a wild flying figure in a rich furred coat dashed round the corner and almost into his arms, half-spilling the wine.
'In G.o.d's name, Reb Aaron!' panted the refugee, and fell half-dead across the threshold.
The physician dragged him hastily within, and slammed the door, just as two moujiks--drunken leaders of the chase--lurched past. The mother, who had sprung forward at the sound of the fall, frenziedly shot the bolts, and in another instant the hue and cry tore past the house and dwindled in the distance.
Ben Amram raised the white b.l.o.o.d.y face, and put Elijah's goblet to the lips. The strange visitor drained it to the dregs, the cl.u.s.tered children looking on dazedly. As the head fell back, it caught the light from the festive candles of the Pa.s.sover board. The face was bare of hair; even the side curls were gone.
'Maimon the _Meshummad_!' cried the mother, shuddering back. 'You have saved the Apostate.'
'Did I not say the door must be opened?' replied Ben Amram gently.
Then a smile of humour twitched his lips, and he smoothed his white beard. 'Maimon is the only Jew abroad to-night, and how were the poor drunken peasants to know he was baptized?'
Despite their thrill of horror at the traitor, David and his brothers and sisters were secretly pleased to see Elijah's goblet empty at last.
III
Next morning the Pa.s.sover liturgy rang jubilantly through the vast, crowded synagogue. No violence had been reported, despite the pa.s.sage of a noisy mob. The Ghetto, then, was not to be laid waste with fire and sword, and the worshippers within the moss-grown, turreted quadrangle drew free breath, and sent it out in great shouts of rhythmic prayer, as they swayed in their fringed shawls, with quivering hands of supplication. The Ark of the Law at one end of the great building, overbrooded by the Ten Commandments and the perpetual light, stood open to mark a supreme moment of devotion. Ben Amram had been given the honour of uncurtaining the shrine, and its richly clad scrolls of all sizes, with their silver bells and pointers, stood revealed in solemn splendour.
Through the ornate grating of their gallery the gaily-clad women looked down on the rocking figures, while the grace-notes of the cantor on his central das, and the harmoniously interjected 'poms' of his male ministrants flew up to their ears, as though they were indeed angels on high. Suddenly, over the blended pa.s.sion of cantor and congregation, an ominous sound broke from without--the complex clatter of cavalry, the curt ring of military orders. The swaying figures turned suddenly as under another wind, the women's eyes grew astare and ablaze with terror. The great doors flew open, and--oh, awful, incredible sight--a squadron of Cossacks rode slowly in, two abreast, with a heavy thud of hoofs on the sacred floor, and a rattle of ponderous sabres. Their black conical caps and long beards, their great side-b.u.t.toned coats, and pockets stuffed with protrusive cartridges, their prancing horses, their leaded knouts, struck a blood-curdling discord amid the prayerful, white-wrapped figures. The rumble of worship ceased, the cantor, suddenly isolated, was heard soaring ecstatically; then he, too, turned his head uneasily and his roulade died in his throat.
'Halt!' the officer cried. The moving column froze. Its bristling length stretched from the central platform, blocking the aisle, and the courtyard echoed with the clanging hoofs of its rear, which backed into the school and the poor-house. The _Shamash_ (beadle) was seen to front the flamboyant invaders.
'Why does your Excellency intrude upon our prayers to G.o.d?'
The congregation felt its dignity return. Who would have suspected Red Judah of such courage--such apt speech? Why, the very Rabbi was petrified; the elders of the _Kahal_ stood dumb. Ben Amram himself, their spokesman to the Government, whose praying-shawl was embroidered with a silver band, and whose coat was satin, remained immovable between the pillars of the Ark, staring stonily at the brave beadle.
'First of all, for the boy's blood!'
The words rang out with military precision, and the speaker's horse pawed clangorously, as if impatient for the charge. The men grew death-pale, the women wrung their hands.
'_Ai, vai!_' they moaned. 'Woe! woe!'
'What boy? What blood?' said the _Shamash_, undaunted.
'Don't palter, you rascal! You know well that a Christian child has disappeared.'
The aged Rabbi, stimulated by the _Shamash_, uplifted a quavering voice.
'The child will be found of a surety--if, indeed, it is lost,' he added with bitter sarcasm. 'And surely your Excellency cannot require the boy's blood at our hands ere your Excellency knows it is indeed spilt.'
'You misunderstand me, old dog--or rather you pretend to, old fox. The boy's blood is here--it is kept in this very synagogue--and I have come for it.'
The _Shamash_ laughed explosively. 'Oh, Excellency!'
The synagogue, hysterically tense, caught the contagion of glad relief. It rang with strange laughter.
'There is no blood in this synagogue, Excellency,' said the Rabbi, his eyes a-twinkle, 'save what runs in living veins.'
'We shall see. Produce that bottle beneath the Ark.'
'That!' The _Shamash_ grinned--almost indecorously. 'That is the Consecration wine--red as my beard,' quoth he.
'Ha! ha! the red Consecration wine!' repeated the synagogue in a happy buzz, and from the women's gallery came the same glad murmur of mutual explanation.
'We shall see,' repeated the officer, with iron imperturbability, and the happy hum died into a cold heart-faintness, fraught with an almost incredulous apprehension of some devilish treachery, some mock discovery that would give the Ghetto over to the frenzies of fanatical creditors, nay, to the vengeance of the law.
The officer's voice rose again. 'Let no one leave the synagogue--man, woman, or child. Kill anyone who attempts to escape.'
The screams of fainting women answered him from above, but impa.s.sively he urged his horse along the aisle that led to the Ark; its noisy hoofs trampled over every heart. Springing from his saddle he opened the little cupboard beneath the scrolls, and drew out a bottle, hideously red.
'Consecration wine, eh?' he said grimly.
'What else, Excellency?' stoutly replied the _Shamash_, who had followed him.