Armageddon: the Cosmic Battle of the Ages
““A word to the wise,” Elder Tiberias rumbled in his ear during their embrace, “just about any culture considers it impolite not to remove one’s hat in the presence of one’s elder.”
“Forgive me, sir,” Chang whispered, “but removing it would reveal a disgrace.”
Eleazar Tiberias shut his eyes and nodded knowingly, as if remembering that he had been told of Chang’s dual marks. “I understand.”
The older man reached for a basket filled with manna. “Dr. Ben-Judah will be a few moments, but let me intro-duce you to Dr. Rosenzweig. Come, come.”
Chang followed the big man into his quarters, where he was surprised to see the diminutive Chaim Rosen-zweig, who looked more like Albert Einstein than the famous Micah who had stood up to the potentate. Rosenzweig had apparently been in Petra long enough for his hair to grow back, his pigmentation to return to normal, and to look like his old self.
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