I was not born among Christians , but among Moors -- in Spain -- in a little white town under the mountains . Yes , the Moors are cruel , but at least their learned men dare to think . It was prophesied of me at my birth that I should be a Lawgiver to a People of a strange speech and a hard language . We Jews are always looking for the Prince and the Lawgiver to come . Why not ? My people in the town -LRB- we were very few -RRB- set me apart as a child of the prophecy -- the Chosen of the Chosen . We Jews dream so many dreams . You would never guess it to see us slink about the rubbish-heaps in our quarter ; but at the day 's end -- doors shut , candles lit -- aha ! then we became the Chosen again . ' He paced back and forth through the wood as he talked . The rattle of the shot-guns never ceased , and the dogs whimpered a little and lay flat on the leaves . ' I was a Prince . Yes ! Think of a little Prince who had never known rough words in his own house handed over to shouting , bearded Rabbis , who pulled his ears and filliped his nose , all that he might learn -- learn -- learn to be King when his time came . Hé ! Such a little Prince it was ! One eye he kept on the stone-throwing Moorish boys , and the other it roved about the streets looking for his Kingdom . Yes , and he learned to cry softly when he was hunted up and down those streets . He learned to do all things without noise . He played beneath his father 's table when the Great Candle was lit , and he listened as children listen to the talk of his father 's friends above the table .
They came across the mountains , from out of all the world , for my XXXXX 's father was their counsellor .
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