a man of indomitable spirit. Besides that, the treatment he was having
now was but of a piece with what he had received at all times.

Nothing had availed to crush him, even as nothing ever does avail
to crush a man of character. But the obstacles and torments

which make no impression on the mind of a strong man often make
a very sensibleimpression on his heart; the mind triumphs,

it is the heart that suffers; the mind strengthens and expands
after every besetting plague of life, but the heart withers

and wears away.
So far from flying from Morocco when things conspired together

to beat him down, Israel looked about with an equal mind for the means
of settling there.

His opportunity came early. The Governor, either by qualm of conscience
or further freak of selfishness, got him the place of head of the Oomana,

the three Administrators of Customs at Tangier. He held the post
six months only, to the complete satisfaction of the Kaid,

but amid the muttered discontent of the merchants and tradesmen.
Then the Governor of Tetuan, a bigger town lying a long day's journey

to the east, hearing of Israel that as Ameen of Tangier he had doubled
the custom revenues in half a year, invited him to fill an informal,

unofficial, and irregular position as assessor of tributes.
Now, it would be a long task to tell of the work which Israel did

in his new calling: how he regulated the market dues, and
appointed a Mut'hasseb, a clerk of the market, to collect them--

so many moozoonahs for every camel sold, so many for every horse,
mule, and ass, so many floos for every fowl, and so many metkals

for the purchase and sale of every slave; how he numbered the houses
and made lists of the trades, assessing their tribute by the value

of their businesses--so much for gun-making, so much for weaving,
so much for tanning, and so on through the line of them, great and small,

good and bad, even from the trades of the Jewish silversmiths
and the Moorish packsaddle-makers down to the callings

of the Arab water-carriers and the ninety public women.
All this he did by the strict law and letter of the Koran,

which entitled the Sultan to a tithe of all earnings whatsoever;
but it would not wrong the truth to say that he did it also

by the impulse of a sour and saddened heart. The world had shown
no mercy to him, and he need show no mercy to the world.

Why talk of pity? It was only a name, an idea a mocking thought.
In the actualreckoning of life there was no such name as pity.

Thus did Israel justify himself in all his dealings, whatever
their severity and the rigour wherewith they wrought.

And the people felt the strong hand that was on them, and they cursed it.
"Ya Allah! Allah!" the Moors would cry. "Who is this Jew--this son of

the English--that he should be made our master?"
They muttered at him in the streets, they scowled upon him,

and at length they insulted him openly. Since his return from England
he had resumed the dress of his race in his country--

the long dark gabardine or kaftan, with a scarf for girdle,
the black slippers, and the black skull-cap. And, going one day

by the Grand Mosque, a group of the beggars; who lay always by the gate,
called on him to uncover his feet.

"Jew! Dog!" they cried, "there is no god but God! Curses on
your relations! Off with your slippers!"

He paid no heed to their commands, but made straight onward.
Then one blear-eyed and scab-faced cripple scrambled up and

struck off his cap with a crutch. He picked it up again without a look
or a word, and strode away. But next morning, at early prayers,

there was a place empty at the door of the mosque. Its accustomed
occupant lay in the prison at the Kasbah.

And if the Muslimeen hated Israel for what he was doing
for their Governor, the Jews hated him yet more because it was being done

for a Moor.
"He has sold himself to our enemy," they said, "against the welfare

of his own nation."
At the synagogue they ignored him, and in taking the votes of their people

they counted others and passed him by. He showed no malice.
Only his strong face twitched at each fresh insult and his head was held

higher. Only this, and one other sign of suffering in that secret place
of his withering heart, which God's eye alone could see.

Thus far he had done no more to Moor and Jew than exact that tenth part
of their substance which the faiths of both required that they should pay.

But now his work went further. A little group of old Jews,
all held in honour among their people--Abraham Ohana, nicknamed Pigman,

son of a former rabbi; Judah ben Lolo, an elder of his synagogue;
and Reuben Maliki, keeper of the poor-box--were seized and cast

into the Kasbah for gross and base usury.
At this the Jewish quarter was thrown into wild hubbub.

The hand that was on their people was a daring and terrible one.
None doubted whose hand it was--it was the hand of young Israel the Jew.

When the three old usurers had bought themselves out of the Kasbah,
they put their heads together and said, "Let us drive this fellow out

of the Mellah, and so shall he be driven out of the town."
Then the owner of the house which Israel rented for his lodging

evicted him by a poor excuse, and all other Jewish owners
refused him as tenant. But the conspiracy failed.By command of

the Governor, or by his influence, Israel was lodged by the Nadir,
the administrator of mosque property, in one of the houses belonging

to the mosque on the Moorish side of the Mellah walls.
Seeing this, the usurers laid their heads together again and said,

"Let us see that no man of our nation serve him, and so shall his life
be a burden." Then the two Jews who had been his servants deserted him,

and when he asked for Moors he was told that the faithful might not
obey the unbeliever; and when he would have sent for negroes

out of the Soudan he was warned that a Jew might not hold a slave.
But the conspiracy failed again. Two black female slaves from Soos,

named Fatimah and Habeebah, were bought in the name of the Governor
and assigned to Israel's service.

And when it was seen at length that nothing availed to disturb
Israel's material welfare, the three base usurers laid their heads

together yet again, that they might prey upon his superstitious fears,
and they said, "He is our enemy, but he is a Jew: let the woman

who is named the prophetess put her curse upon him." Then she who was
so called, one Rebecca Bensabbot, deaf as a stone, weak in her intellect,

seventy years of age, and living fifty years on the poor-box
which Reuben Maliki kept, crossed Israel in the streets,

and cursed him as a son of Beelzebub predicting that, even as he had made
the walls of the Kasbah to echo with the groans of God's elect,

so should his own spirit be broken within them and his forehead humbled
to the earth. He stood while he heard her out, and his strong lip

trembled at he words; but he only smiled coldly, and passed on in silence.
"The clouds are not hurt," he thought, "by the bark of dogs."

Thus did his brethren of Judah revile him, and thus did they torture him;
yet there was one among them who did neither. This was the daughter

of their Grand Rabbi, David ben Ohana. Her name was Ruth.
She was young, and God had given her grace and she was beautiful,

and many young Jewish men, of Tetuan had vied with each other in vain
for he favour. Of Israel's duty she knew little, save what report

had said of it, that it was evil; and of the act which had made him
an outcast among his own people, and an Ishmael among the sons of Ishmael

she could form no judgment. But what a woman's eyes might see in him,
without help of other knowledge, that she saw.

She had marked him in the synagogue, that his face was noble
and his manners gracious; that he was young, but only as one

who had been cheated of his youth and had missed his early manhood,
the when he was ignored he ignored his insult, and when he was reviled

he answered not again; in a word, the he was silent and strong and alone,
and, above all that he was sad.