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walls of Ptolemais with its massive gates, Yigal and his people sat upon the ground and waited. were baked, their constituent clays, or whether they had been smoothed down by hand, a wad of grass or a comb. He then prayed to the baal of the vats and the baal of the jugs in which the oil was stored, that it be kept sweet. Tabari held that Arabs had the best attitude: My father once said he never wore a new shoe until he had timbered it up three times over the head of his fourth wife.

Baal, show me the way, he pleaded humbly. He was now, at the age of sixty-five, a venerable old man with a white beard, a muffled voice and clear blue eyes. If he doesn't know now, he'll know before you get there. What will you do? I don't know.