"Smell it, taste it," he went on, "ah! is it not good?
Well, tell us where is that store of food which made you so fat who now are so thin, and you shall have it all, yes, all, all." Theophilus shook his head.
"Bethink you," cried the man, "if you do not eat, by sunrise to-morrow you will be dead.

Speak then and eat, obstinate dog, it is your last chance." "I eat not and I tell not," answered the aged martyr in a voice like a hollow groan.

"By to-morrow's sunrise I shall be dead, and soon you and all this people will be dead, and God will have judged each of us according to his works.

Repent you, for the hour is at hand." Then they cursed him and smote him because of his words of ill-omen, and so went away, taking no notice of Miriam in the corner.

When they had gone she came forward and looked.