Chapter 15

GUSH HALAV, UPPER GALILEE – SPRING, 33 C.E.

The rhythmic clanging of his father’s chisel was the heartbeat of the morning.

Eleven-year-old Yossi sat perched on a massive, sun-warmed basalt boulder just outside the synagogue’s construction site. He leaned forward, crushing a sprig of wild hyssop between his palms, the peppery scent mingling with the fine white dust of pulverized limestone that hung in the air.

Chapter 14

JISH, UPPER GALILEE – SUNDAY, DAWN

A dark silhouette emerged from the mist. Ibrahim, a man with tough hands and a weathered face, approached the van.

“Ya hala… bil-akhir,” he said, his voice a low growl. “About time. The plane’s waiting.”

Samir scanned the farm.

A small, unpaved road cut through the field. Wide enough for a small plane to take off and land unnoticed, though recent rains had made the earth soft.