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is?”
    “What man?”
    “You didn’t hear our conversation?”
    I shook my head.
    “Oh, I thought
you were listening.” He calls himself Yochanan the Immerser. He is
down by the Jordan River telling the people the kingdom of God is
near. Ami waved his hand. “‘Repent, repent,’ he says. He immerses
followers in the Jordan River.”
    Where had I heard something similar? I shook my
head. “Sorry,” I said, “I don’t know him.”
    Ami squinted. “How could you not have heard of him?
Everyone has been talking about the strange prophet who lives in
the wilderness and eats locusts and wild honey.”
    I heard
footsteps and turned to see a middle-aged man approaching. His
white outer cloak and intelligent eyes reminded me of a
twenty-first century doctor. He clutched a small leather bag in his
hand. When he placed it on the bench, I noticed the instruments
looked like antiques. I winced at the thought they might possibly
be used on me.
    The man smiled warmly and reached out to shake my
hand. “Hello, I’m Doctor Luke.”
    “Hi,” I said. With those garden tools, what kind of
doctor was he?
    “Looks like you cut yourself on your forehead. Can I
take a look?”
    I nodded.
    Dr. Luke leaned
over and wiped the blood away. He then examined the wound. “Does it
hurt?”
    “Just stings a little.”
    “It’s not bad. I will clean it and put a bandage on
it. You’ll be as good as new.”
    “Thank you.”
    “What’s’ your name?”
    “Daniel, son of
Aviv.”
    “How old are
you, Daniel?”
    “Seventeen.”
    “Have any family around here?”
    “No. They all live in Jerusalem.”
    “Oh. So you’re visiting?”
    I nodded.
    “Jacob, son of Aviv, owns the inn. Not related to
him?”
    I shook my head. “I don’t think so.”
    He applied a salve. “All done. Let me know if you
need anything else.”
    “Do I owe you anything?”
    Dr. Luke shook
his head. “I help those I can. If people want to do Tzedakah, I
appreciate the almsgiving.”
    “That’s kind of
you,” I said. I was still trying to remember what I did to cause
the cut.
    He put his instruments back in his bag. “You should
probably change the bandage tonight to keep it clean.”
    I nodded. “Thanks again.”
    He walked back inside Jacob’s Inn. The others gave a
respectful wave as the doctor passed. He exuded the air of a
physician. His garb was far from anything kosher for an Israeli
hospital in 2015, but his demeanor was a cross between a scientist
and a priest.
    I glanced
around the rundown building. He must not have cared for worldly
pursuits to hang up a shingle in this two-star inn—a place
apparently frequented by the lowly and the poor. The other men near
me were either infirm or old.
    Farther away, a
cripple sat alone, save for a cat draped over his clubbed feet.
What a remarkable resemblance to the cat at the nursing home, all
black except for white paws and a black circle on his front
shoulder. Briefly, my heart ached as I remembered General Goren, my
mentor and hero.
    My eyes
returned to the man who originally spoke to me. He and his younger
friend, Ami, had rough beards, long scruffy hair, and smelled. I
suppose I’d start smelling too when my deodorant wore
off.
    “What’s your name?” I asked the older man.
    “Levi. From the tribe of Levi.”
    “That makes sense,” I replied.
    The old man laughed and tugged on his beard. “Not
used to seeing such clean-shaven young men around here.”
    I wasn’t sure I could grow a beard.
    “So where are you staying?” Levi asked.
    “I don’t know. I haven’t thought that far
ahead.”
    Ami nodded. “It’s a long trip from Jerusalem. You
should check the inn and see if they have any openings.”
    I stood and
stretched, realizing I hadn’t eaten much since the night before.
Hunger pangs made me feel weak. I walked across the portico and
entered the front door.
    Inside Jacob’s
Inn, I found a large lobby with an adjoining room with wooden
tables and chairs. Apparently, it also