Jezer bid us farewell in the late morning. Charming as ever despite his failure to strike a deal or two. He took the eastward road, saying that he was headed for Damascus. It was the first we knew that we were further west than we had supposed, which meant our final destination lay somewhere north of us.
But the mention of Damascus resonated in my being. And lingered. So much so that I asked Elijah if that was the waypoint through which we must pass before ending in Jerusalem.
His answer in the affirmative went a long way in explaining his former reticence. I would not have wanted to go there either. For it has been long under the mark.