The rabbis listened approvingly, and without speaking one old man made a place for Asher to sit, and in Let us drink to Saladin, cursed be his memory, Volkmar proposed, and the old trader raised his glass, even though as a Muslim he should not have taken wine. ly new well had been dug; Makor did not even remember the sweet source from which the town had taken its name. hours of midday few could be seen in the narrow alleys, down which ran open sewers throwing a hideous stench.
The boy, less susceptible than others to the psychological pres- sure of the tapping which echoed through the castle, busied He reminisced for some time concerning that lovely town in central Spain and it was his opinion that both the olive oil and the wine of Avaro were superior to Palestine's. At times the procession was modified by clusters of wagons drawn by men or miserable horses, and each vehicle was piled with bags of clothing or rem. e actions of a headstrong man lead him and his offspring into trouble, Rabbi Asher tells us that
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