When the fires were burned down, when the charred hands of the would-be scholar were bound, Rabbi Elieze The delicate balance on which Acre existed, attained after so many decades of patient adjustmen~ was shattered in an afternoon. And he found himself drawn back into, that frustrating whirlpool of conflicting interests and cross purposes that charac- terized Acre in the days of its death. Mountains and birds, like on the wall.
ing, and as the three huddled in the darkness they saw some- thing that was both exhilarating and frustrating. The Arabs of Safad, that powerful multitude, had heard the ugly whine of davidka, had listened to the unprecedented rain, and had recalled the Jewish children crying, A new weapon. When I found the bones, he said, I did a little more digging and thought I heard an empty echo. ; he went almost alone to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, had a servant put the crown upon the altar, fro
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