“Buy pitah?” Bavli was incredulous. “I’ve never heard of such a thing. Maybe in the big cities.”
It had taken a moment or two, but eventually the two boys got over their initial shock. Doniel tried his best not to stare at the boy’s red tunic and purple turban. Introductions were made, and Doniel was relieved that Bavli seemed to accept his presence without asking too many questions. Bavli had been very taken with the fact that Doniel had a Tanachi name. Perhaps, in his excitement, all the usual questions one would ask in such an unusual situation had slipped his mind.
At some point, Bavli recalled the cup of water his father had requested, and he hurriedly led Doniel to the kitchen.
The first thing Doniel noticed when they entered the small room, was the lit furnace against the wall. Then he saw a woman standing at a table. Beside her was a small child, though Doniel couldn’t tell if it was a boy or a girl.
While Doniel stood there awkwardly, Bavli took down an earthenware cup from a shelf and poured water into it from a jug on the table. His mother must have noticed their strange-looking guest, because Bavli started speaking to her with an urgent expression on his face. Doniel couldn’t understand what they were saying, though he was pretty sure he heard the words asidata and duchta. Was Bavli telling her that he came to this place from the future?
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