They soon entered the gates of the city, which was lighted up as if there were a festival in every house.  The streets were full of revellers, and nothing but a sound of joy could be heard.  But when Jochonan looked upon their faces—­they were the faces of men pained within; and he saw, by the marks they bore, that they were Mazikin [demons].  He was terrified in his soul; and, by the light of the torches, he looked also upon the face of his companion, and, behold! he saw upon him too, the mark that shewed him to be a Demon.  The Rabbi feared excessively—­almost to fainting; but he thought it better to be silent; and sadly he followed his guide, who brought him to a splendid house, in the most magnificent quarter of the city.

“Enter here?” said the Demon to Jochonan, “for this house is mine.  The lady and the child are in the upper chamber;” and, accordingly, the sorrowful Rabbi ascended the stair to find them.

The lady, whose dazzling beauty was shrouded by melancholy beyond hope, lay in bed; the child, in rich raiment, slumbered on the lap of the nurse, by her side.

“I have brought to thee, light of my eyes!” said the Demon, “Rebecca, beloved of my soul!  I have brought thee Rabbi Jochonan the wise, for whom thou didst desire.  Let him, then, speedily begin his office; I shall fetch all things necessary, for he is in haste to depart.”

He smiled bitterly as he said these words, looking at the Rabbi; and left the room, followed by the nurse.

When Jochonan and the lady were alone, she turned in the bed towards him, and said:—­

“Unhappy man that thou art! knowest thou where thou hast been brought?”

“I do,” said he, with a heavy groan; I know that I am in a city of the Mazikin.”

“Know, then, further,” said she, and the tears gushed from eyes brighter than the diamond, “know then, further, that no one is ever brought here, unless he hath sinned before the Lord.  What my sin hath been imports not to thee—­and I seek not to know thine.  But here thou remainest for ever—­lost, even as I am lost.”  And she wept again.

The Rabbi dashed his turban on the ground, and tearing his hair, exclaimed, “Wo is me!  Who art thou, woman! that speakest to me thus?”

“I am a Hebrew woman,” said she, “the daughter of a Doctor of the Laws in the city of Bagdad; and being brought hither, it matters not how, I am married to a prince among the Mazikin, even him who was sent for thee.  And that child, whom thou sawest, is our first-born, and I could not bear the thought that the soul of our innocent babe should perish.  I therefore besought my husband to try to bring hither a priest, that the law of Moses (blessed be his memory!) should be done; and thy fame, which has spread to Bagdad, and lands further towards the rising of the sun, made me think of thee.  Now my husband, though great among the Mazikin, is more just than the other Demons; and he loves me, whom he hath ruined, with a love of despair.  So he said, that the name of Jochonan the wise was familiar unto him, and that he knew thou wouldst not be able to refuse.  What thou hast done, to give him power over thee, is known to thyself.”