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The ox had been warned. The gate still hung open. In the morning a man lay in the dust, and the owner waited to hear if he would hang.
Dust filled his mouth under the beam. His chest still moved. Hands trained for rest dug anyway, while the sun kept sinking.
There was no water at Refidim, and the people quarreled until Moses told God they were close to stoning him. Then Amalek came at them out of the hills.
The first cup hit a tongue and neighbors shoved for the next jug. Moses waited in the dust until a tree was shown him.
The chisel rang once against an altar stone. The crew froze. Two rocks had felt iron, and the wall was already rising around them.
The benches were shifting before he reached the third blessing. Somebody in the back row said the word elongater and it went down the row.
At the water jars they asked why it was always his face at the tent door. The ground opened, and mothers pulled their children back from the crack.
Adam ruled from end to end of the world, then fell by his own flesh. Pharaoh raised Moses, and the sapphire staff answered.
The women brought brass that had once held their faces in Goshen. Moses looked at the pile and wanted scrap, not a vessel for God.
Reuben had his father's bed in the record. Simeon had Shechem. The files came back one at a time, until only the tribe with no land was left.
Moses halted at the tent flap with the whole people waiting. He would not cross until the voice called his name first.
Five sisters walked into the law with no brother to speak for them. They demanded land, and heaven answered through Moses.
Jethro brought offerings and the elders sat to eat. Moses stayed on his feet serving, and the sages raised the bar to heaven.
Rabbi Yannai remembered street debates that smelled of many spices, then saw Moses and Aaron as twin breasts feeding Israel equal glory.
The first word hung over the tents until every throat in the camp went dry. Moses was still behind the stones at the base.
Night poured into his eyes on the mountain. Angels moved to kill him. He seized the Throne, and a cloud closed over his back.
When Israel heard God directly, Torah stuck in the heart and the evil urge fled. They asked for Moses instead, and both gifts began to fade.
Wet to the knees on the far shore, Israel sang of children who would be planted in the land, and only later heard the pronoun that left them outside.
His father sent a hundred measures to the Levites and the poor every autumn. The son looked at the pile and saw only grain walking away.
Hail mixed fire with ice. Livestock left in the open died. After the storm, flax lay black and wheat still stood in the same field.
The goats stood still while the women pulled hair from their backs. The boards waited. One bar still had to take the corner without a joint.
Wood does not sin. Stone does not rebel. Moses still moved between blood and oil at every dawn until the stones looked used.
Two hundred fifty censers were still smoking when the dust rose and the screams cut short. A child dropped a jug in the camp and nobody scolded him.
Ten scouts died with worms from their mouths. Five sisters of Menashe waited forty years, then claimed their share of the soil.
In Tevet the lamps went up while field hands were still bent over the last rows. Rabbi Yochanan counted the light out of the sky.
The voice pressed the nation to the dirt. Angels caught each body, and open heavens showed seven layers and one God.
Solomon swore he could gather wives and stay true. Moses swore hard cases were his. Heaven answered both with a case that would not bend.
At the foot of the smoking mountain Israel balked. Moses feared to carry their refusal upward, and the King reminded him how rule is earned.
Moses walked the brick-dust lanes with one line: at about midnight. Children watched the brothers pass, men who no longer bent at every Egyptian shout.
Gershon laughed under curtains. Merari stacked beams that never burned. Between their jokes and the desert, the Ark waited like a coal.
