Pepper Sold Out Before Jerusalem Fell Silent
A tailor in Tyre asked the pepper merchant for a pinch and was refused. A tailor in Jerusalem walked him into a courtyard and bought all of it.
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The merchant came into Tyre with two hundred camels behind him and would not break the load for anybody.
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A tailor sitting by the gate looked up from his work at the line of animals going past. "What are you carrying?"
"Pepper."
"Give me a little."
"No."
The tailor bent back over his seam. "Then you will find your buyer in some other city," he said.
Keep Cutting, Keep Sewing
He took the inland road up to Jerusalem and halted the caravan under the wall, where another tailor was sitting in the shade of the gate.
"What are you carrying?"
"Keep cutting," the merchant said, and walked on.
A little further along the wall, another one. "What are you carrying?"
"Keep sewing."
This one put the needle down. "If I can buy it, I will buy it," he said. "If I cannot, I will bring you a man who can buy all of it."
A Grain Measure Full of Coin
The tailor walked him in through a gate and across a courtyard and showed him the money. Not a purse and not a chest. A kor, the measure they use for wheat, filled to the rim with dinars.
"Look at these," the tailor said. "If they pass for money where you come from, take what you need out of it."
The pepper changed hands that night. In the morning the merchant went out to walk the market and ran into a man he knew, who asked him what he was carrying.
"Pepper."
"Sell me a hundred dinars' worth. I have a feast today."
"I sold it all last night."
The friend went to the buyer. The buyer had already moved it on to a tailor. The tailor had it in a back room and was measuring it out to a line of people that went into the street. The first ones through took an ounce apiece. The ones behind them took half an ounce. The men who came third never knew there had been a shortage at all, and the merchant stood in the road doing arithmetic on two hundred camels.
Twenty four thoroughfares in that city. Twenty four streets off each thoroughfare, twenty four market rows off each street, twenty four lines of shops off each market, twenty four courtyards behind each line of shops, twenty four houses around each courtyard. On a feast day one courtyard alone emptied out twice the number of people who walked out of Egypt.
Bent Like Stalks Before the Reapers
Then the year came when the city fell, and the strong men of it went down the way a field of standing grain goes over under bad weather. Bent. Combed flat. Curled at the neck. Not one of them upright.
Somebody proclaimed a festival, and what the festival was for was the breaking of the young men, and losing them was counted as heavy a wound as the burning of the house itself. The crowd that could swallow two hundred camel loads of pepper before breakfast went into the winepress, and what came out of it was not wine.
What a King Does When He Mourns
God came down and looked at the burned house and asked the ministering angels a question.
"When a king of flesh and blood is in mourning, what does he do?"
"He hangs sackcloth over his door."
"Then I will do that." And the sky over the ruins went the color of sacking.
"What else does he do?"
"He puts out the lamps."
"Then I will do that." Sun and moon went dark and the stars gave up.
"What else?"
"He walks barefoot."
"Then I will do that." The whirlwind and the storm became the road He walked on.
"What else?"
"He sits down alone and stays silent."
"Then I will do that."
"He turns the couches over."
"Then I will do that." And the thrones were thrown down.
"And after all that?"
"He sits and he laments."
The City That Sits Alone
"Then I will do that," God said, and the lament He picked was one word long, and every survivor sitting in the rubble already knew it.
How. How does she sit alone, the city that was so full of people.
Alone was the word that had never once fitted her. Not on any feast day, not in any courtyard, not in any of the twenty four thoroughfares where a man could lose two hundred camels of cargo in a single night and go out the next morning and find that the third line of buyers had not even noticed the market was short.
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