People think that enemies are born from jealousy, but it is not true. They are born from indebtedness
In the Imperial Palace of Istanbul, Bilhah meets Katerina, who explains that they will both work and learn. Leonora takes home a group of hungry children and feeds them. She orders Yishai to buy the property next door to make into a soup kitchen.
Eliyahu turns from the tiny grape buds he has been examining and listens. Somewhere nearby is the sound of heavy breathing. Or is it just the wind? The wind still holds the power of winter up here, though lower down, spring has arrived. It whips around the branches and the tiny brook bubbles and churns as it spills into the stream.
But this is a different sound. A wild dog, perhaps, or a vixen come to find a sheltered spot to birth her litter. Eliyahu picks up a stick, leaves the vine, and strides up the hill, toward the entrance of his cave.
He scans the horizon. His tiny flock — he likes to call it his flock, although there are only six sheep — is all accounted for. If it were a fox or even a wolf, they would have fled, panicked. Maybe one of the lambs is in trouble?
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