not my son,â Nakdimon started to explain but caught himself.
âNot your son? Then who . . .â
Nakdimon snapped a reply he had learned in Torah school. âHavenât you heard that to care for travelers is as great a matter as the reception of the Shekinah?â
The peddler fleetingly considered this wisdom and then shook his head. âNo.â
âOr whenever a poor one stands at your door, the Holy One, blessed be his Name, stands at the right hand?â
âA lovely sentiment.â The fellow applauded weakly. âSo. These boys are nothing to you. Just beggars, are they? A ticket to get in good standing with the Almighty?â
âWhat does it matter to you who they are? We are speaking of the price of your animalâs hire. Here to Yerushalayim. You retrieve it at the end at my house. Nakdimon ben Gurion. You know my name. And everyone is satisfied, eh?â
âPay me what I ask.â
âThis will not stand well in the eyes of the Lord.â
âIâll take my chances.â
âThe hooves are split.â
âIf you are who you claim to be, you are a rich man. You can afford to hire ten donkeys. Iâm a poor man. I offer you this deal and you insult my animal. As a matter of fact, according to your own proverb you insult the Almighty. You donât know. I may be an angel sent to travel to this khan to meet you! To test your generosity.â
Nakdimon knew well that the khan was packed to the brim with angels, prophets, holy men, pilgrims, rabbis, peddlers, spies, rebels, bandits, and thievesâall on their way to Passover. Whatever this fellow might be, he was not an angel.
But there was the donkey. A much more attractive creature than its master. Better teeth anyway. It was probably the lone beast of burden for sale or hire between Galilee and the Temple Mount.
âLast chance,â the thief bargained.
Nakdimon dipped into his purse and removed the coins. âYou leave me no choice. For the sake of the boyâs feet. But itâs robbery.â
Decayed teeth flashed a solicitous grin. Grimy palm extended to collect the cash. âMay the Eternal bless your honor! May you enjoy prosperity all your days for your generosity toward a poor man! You wonât regret this! I will come to your door and collect my little beast.â
âAnd refund my two-shekel deposit.â
âYes. Yes. Until then may he serve you well.â Thrusting the lead rope into Nakdimonâs hand, the fellow scurried away to bilk another traveler out of hard cash.
âReligious holidays bring out the best in people,â Nakdimon grumbled. His uncle Gamaliel often said it was the duty of a righteous man to consider all men as if they were robbers but treat them as if they were the Messiah himself. Well, there was no doubt about this hawker. He was not the Messiah. But his donkey might well save some battered soles.
Nakdimon absently stroked the pitiful creatureâs thin neck as he gazed around the khan for the two boys for whom he had become protector and traveling companion. Then Nakdimon would go home to his children in Jerusalem. It really was not a bother. Probably not worth an honorable mention in the record book of the Almighty.
Never mind.
And there they were. Huddled beside a pillar. Striped robes as obvious as the clothes of a jester in the court of Herod Antipas. The Good Light and Truth. How could a man with any religious training turn away from performing a good deed on behalf of children with such names as these?
Hadassah would have taken them for angels. Human and grubby though they might have been, they would have been swooped up and bundled home for supper. She would have made certain they were apprenticed to an artisan in the market of Jerusalem before she let them go!
Two boys. Yes. Not angels. Yet the two had become three. Three dressed alike. Nakdimon clearly recognized the newcomer as one of the Jerusalem link boys! He was