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When I die, I will be like every other man and all I’ve gathered will be taken from my grasp and given to another.   Moshe blinked. His grandfather had suddenly paused the story and was now looking at his watch. “Zeidy, what happened next? Who was the stargazer that the king wanted to consult?”

“Simple?” Another guest named Certrus snorted into his goblet. “What could be a simple about a king?”

“Moshe, I just got off the phone with the nursing home. Zeidy… he’s not doing so well”

As everyone prepared to witness the chuppah ceremony, there came the sound of bitter weeping

“Please work with me. Everyone has a price. What’s yours?”

“Wait, wait — before you brush that question off, just take a moment please… I want you to be honest with me”