OFF THE BEATEN TRACK
Escaping our guide, we explored the alleys of the old city.
“Look!” Talila pointed to the sign above an ancient doorway.
'David’s Tomb'. That looked promising. Inside, the gatekeeper smiled ingratiatingly.
“Fifty Schekels.” His accent was unfamiliar.
“For two lovely ladies, Thirty Sheckels.”
He pointed to a curtained doorway. We entered a dark chamber, strangely empty.
“Where’s David’s Tomb, Mommy?”
The gatekeeper hovered behind us as four figures stepped from the shadows.
“Run!” I screamed, stamping hard on the gatekeeper’s foot.
We broke through the curtain and we didn’t stop running until we reached the Cardo.
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