Within My Walls: Chapter 4

People think that enemies are born from jealousy, but it is not true. They are born from indebtedness

In the Imperial Palace of Istanbul, Bilhah meets Katerina, who explains that they will both work and learn. Leonora takes home a group of hungry children and feeds them. She orders Yishai to buy the property next door to make into a soup kitchen.
Eliyahu turns from the tiny grape buds he has been examining and listens. Somewhere nearby is the sound of heavy breathing. Or is it just the wind? The wind still holds the power of winter up here, though lower down, spring has arrived. It whips around the branches and the tiny brook bubbles and churns as it spills into the stream.
But this is a different sound. A wild dog, perhaps, or a vixen come to find a sheltered spot to birth her litter. Eliyahu picks up a stick, leaves the vine, and strides up the hill, toward the entrance of his cave.
He scans the horizon. His tiny flock — he likes to call it his flock, although there are only six sheep — is all accounted for. If it were a fox or even a wolf, they would have fled, panicked. Maybe one of the lambs is in trouble?
He listens again. The moans continue.
He has learned by now that an animal can sound just like a child. Many times he has woken, run along frozen ground, searching by moonlight for a wailing newborn. But then he stumbled across a rabbit or fox or even a lamb, crying as its life slipped away.
The noise is louder now, a kind of moan. What man can make it up this steep cliff? Two years he has lived here and none have found him, although doubtless they searched. Alone, blessedly alone.
But what is this noise?
In the long grass, just beyond the stream, there seems to be a disturbance. Grasping his stick, Eliyahu strides forward.
Grass flattened around him, an old man lies on his side, moaning slightly. Eliyahu stands frozen, gripping his stick. The man must have heard him, but he does not move. Eliyahu peers closer. The man has a long white beard and thin shoulders. They shake with… with what? Pain? Tears?
Eliyahu tosses his stick to the ground and drops down beside the stranger.
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