The Priests
And one day Zarathustra made a sign to his disciples, and spake these words unto them:
“Here are priests: but although they are mine enemies, pass them quietly and with sleeping swords!
“Even among them there are heroes; many of them have suffered too much—: so they want to make others suffer.
“Bad enemies are they: nothing is more revengeful than their meekness. And readily doth he soil himself who toucheth them.
“But my blood is related to theirs; and I want withal to see my blood honoured in theirs.”—
And when they had passed, a pain attacked Zarathustra; but not long had he struggled with the pain, when he began to speak thus: