The others were suddenly silent.
"Those days will not come to you," he answered patiently. "You must
fight for them."
"We will fight."
"Good! Let us unite and I will lead you," the Maccabee offered.
"But after you have led us, perhaps to victory, then what?" they asked
pointedly.
The Maccabee saw that they were sounding him for his ambitions, and
discreetly effaced them.
"Do with me what you will; or if you doubt me, choose a leader among
yourselves."
They shook their heads.
"Then enlist under Simon and John and fight with them," he cried,
losing patience.
Murmurs and angry looks greeted this suggestion, and the Maccabee put
out his hands toward them hopelessly.
"Then what will you do?" he asked.
"It shall be shown us," they replied; and with this answer, with his
organization yet uneffected, his plans more than ever chaotic, the
Maccabee began another day. Shrewd and resourceful as he believed
himself to be, he beheld plan after plan reveal its inefficiency.
Forced by some act of the city to abandon one idea, the next that
followed found a new intractability. It seemed that there were no two
heads in Jerusalem of a similar thought. Whoever was not demoralized
by panic was fatally stubborn or mad. The single purpose that seemed
to prevail was to hold out against reason.
Finally he determined to pick the most rational of his men and shape
an army that would be distinctly Jewish and enviable.
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