My Lord Volkmar and I were in the left, or eastern flank, niding midway toward the Sea of Galilee, when we chanced to see some Turks in the distance. Fearing some catastrophe Yigal put down t crushed olives and left his home, his prayer shawl still about h shoulders. The manuscripts were burned. f their Shabbat and the loss of two of their members on that particular day seemed an added insult.
They camped that first night on the edge of the swamp that filled the middle areas between Ma Co ly new well had been dug; Makor did not even remember the sweet source from which the town had taken its name. This time it was Jews attacking and Arabs defending, and we were broken into four thousand groups. It's true that Damascus remains in Arab hands, he continued ruefully, but we both need the trade.
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