THE CLEVER RABBI 585
So the Rabbi went with him into an empty room, shut the door, and said:
"Dear friend, what is your wish ? Do not be abashed, but speak freely, and tell me what I can do for you."
"Dear Rabbi, I am, you must know, already ac- quainted with the fact that Jews require blood at Pass- over. I know also that it is a secret belonging only to the Rabbis, to very pious Jews, and to the wealthy who give much alms. And I, who am, as you know, a very char- itable and good Jew, wish also to comply, if only once in my life, with this great observance.
"You need not be alarmed, dear Rabbi ! I will never betray the secret, but will make you happy forever, if you will enable me to fulfil so great a command.
"If, however, you deny its existence, and declare that Jews do not require blood, from that moment I become your bitter enemy.
"And why should I be treated worse than any other pious Jew? I, too, want to try to perform the great commandment which God gave in secret. I am not learned in the Law, but a great and wealthy Jew, and one given to good works, that am I in very truth !"
You can fancy said my Grandmother the Rabbi's horror on hearing such words from a Jew, a simple coun- tryman. They pierced him to the quick, like sharp arrows.
He saw that the Jew believed in all sincerity that his coreligionists used blood at Passover.
How was he to uproot out of such a simple heart the weeds sown there by evil men?
