P eter galloped across the snowy road spurring his horse to go faster. The afternoon sun was waning and soon darkness would fall across the land. He had to make it to his post by nightfall as his commander had instructed.
His horse grunted heavily as its powerful legs pounded across the icy ground. A massive steep hill was coming up ahead of them. Peter dug his armored toes into the horse’s ribs and urged it to gallop up the hill without stopping.
“Schnell! — Fast!” Peter commanded his steed. As they began the difficult challenge of climbing the slippery hill his mind wandered to the events of that morning. The rabbi he’d met seemed so holy. Different from the priests that soldiers sometimes went to for guidance. The rabbi seemed to have a special glow about his face and when he talked there was so much humility in his mannerisms. Most impressive of all was the rabbi’s courage to leap into the freezing river to rescue his special scrolls.
Peter’s horse gave one final grunt as they reached the top. “Good boy ” Peter murmured into the horse’s ear as they got ready to descend the other side.
