“And what else should be the lot of thy accursed race?” answered the Prior; “for what saith holy writ, verbum Domini projecerunt, et sapientia est nulla in eis ⁠—they have cast forth the word of the Lord, and there is no wisdom in them; propterea dabo mulieres eorum exteris ⁠—I will give their women to strangers, that is to the Templar, as in the present matter; et thesauros eorum haeredibus alienis , and their treasures to others⁠—as in the present case to these honest gentlemen.”

Isaac groaned deeply, and began to wring his hands, and to relapse into his state of desolation and despair. But the leader of the yeomen led him aside.