“May the wheels of their chariots be taken off,” said the Jew, “like those of the host of Pharaoh, that they may drive heavily!⁠—But leave me not, good Pilgrim⁠—Think but of that fierce and savage Templar, with his Saracen slaves⁠—they will regard neither territory, nor manor, nor lordship.”

“Our road,” said the Palmer, “should here separate; for it beseems not men of my character and thine to travel together longer than needs must be. Besides, what succour couldst thou have from me, a peaceful Pilgrim, against two armed heathens?”

“O good youth,” answered the Jew, “thou canst defend me, and I know thou wouldst. Poor as I am, I will requite it⁠—not with money, for money, so help me my Father Abraham, I have none⁠—but⁠—”