“You’re not in control of our fate.” R’ Leib shook his head. “Only Hashem is in charge”

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he poritz’s face turned an ugly shade of red.

“How dare you come in here and ask me for favors, when you yourself aren’t willing to lend me your support! Selfish, that’s what you Jews are! If you think for a moment that I’m going to help you now, you’re wrong!”

“What does my request have to do with rebelling against another kingdom? Do you think it makes sense for me to place my people at risk if your rebellion fails? And truthfully, what chance do you have against that massive empire? However, if you accrue extra merit by being gracious to the Jewish families living under your dominion, then that might help you.”

“Ach! Leave my presence this moment! I’ll have a successful rebellion without your support! I don’t need you, but you need me! I’m going to tax the Jews and make sure your lives are more miserable than ever before! Treacherous people, that you are!”

“You’re not in control of our fate.” R’ Leib shook his head. “Only Hashem is in charge. You’re just a puppet, a messenger, like everyone else. If you won’t help us, fine. But don’t think you will be successful in any of your endeavors.”

“Just you wait and see!”

The poritz threw another dagger at the map in fury, and he was way off mark. The dagger slammed into the window, shattering the glass.