November 1915
Jerusalem was a small city within its guardian walls, teeming with life but always with the pressure of history a burden that bore down on it. It was noisy, bustling, and filled with a mixture of aromas that either made him gag or which enticed him to explore the streets even more.
With the long flowing robes of an Arab concealing his uniform, Selkirk followed Abraham through lanes made even more constricting by overhanging balconies and vendors selling their goods by volume of sound. He tried to follow his progress by comparing the route with a mental map of the city, but he was soon hopelessly lost and merely kept Abraham in sight.
"It is a bad time to be a Jew in Palestine," Rachel said as they stopped outside the burned out ruins of a synagogue. "The Turks are trying t
