“Nu…but also you are chosen, do you know? Also you have spark of holiness. Also you belong to God’s covenant… all of you…” He sweeps his hand over the dining room. “A-a-a-ll of you, even who do not want, who do not believe. All… everyone…” He pauses to look straight at me. “A-a-a-ll…” he drawls again. And once more he resumes circling as though lost in thought head high voice abruptly turning harsh. “Nu. For you whole earth is something to be”—he whips out a pad from his pocket, his voice dropping to a powerful whisper, and consults it—“trodden underfoot.” He smiles to himself. “Underfoot. Underfoot.” He forcefully repeats the word face red with anger everyone sits too dazed to make a sound. And again he circles round one hand on his heart stalking softly like a cat the scarf flutters on his neck he runs his other hand over the white tablecloth such delicate soft skin his curly locks tumble down his neck now I see him from behind and give a start why it’s a woman disguised as a man I hardly can breathe. He stops across from my table eyeing us. “Nu, nu.” He rouses himself. “In every generation we seek freedom, but only kind of freedom… only kind of freedom… is freedom to be slaves… freedom to be slaves of God. Is freedom inside. Only there. Is freedom outside worth nothing…” He reaches again for the book I’ve reopened and snatches it from me he looks at it darkly and bangs it shut he tucks it under his arm and circles some more. But now I jump to my feet. How didn’t I notice before that it was her? It’s her disguised as a rabbi! Desperately I turn to all the people watching him. Hasn’t anyone seen? From a far table he starts to sing again he returns to his seat and signals us all to join in the melody. It’s true, then. She’s back. She’s right here. And I bolt outside in a panic.
The vats of night spill over me black and cold already I’m being chased I fling myself into some bushes falling through the hard branches I hear feet running down the path Yehezkel is calling in the darkness I peek out and see a thin little woman puffing on a cigarette bending down to pick up the skullcap that’s fallen from her head as she hurries toward my cottage. I cut through the bushes scratching myself breaking loose veering toward the front gate where the road is swimming in white night light I’m near the guardhouse now there’s Arabic music inside. I turn back toward the office the open door is swinging in the wind. Inside the rooms are dark. File folders and telephones gleam in the moonlight. Almost before it has rung Kedmi answers in his brisk voice.
“Kedmi here.’’
“It’s me.’’
“Who? Talk louder.”
But suddenly I feel so weak.
“Mother.”
“What are you mumbling there? Who are you?”
“Mother,” I whisper.
“Whose mother? Oh, it’s you… What’s wrong?”
“Let me talk to Ya’el.”
“Is something wrong?”
“Let me talk to Ya’el or to Tsvi!”
“All right, all right. Don’t get nervous. I’ll let you talk to them all. Just tell me first what’s wrong.”
But from a stack of files in the corner she rises in an old fur coat and galoshes granny glasses falling off her nose tall wrinkled hunchbacked white wool stockings running up her legs cheap chains on her neck reaching out an old bony hand to grab the phone with that smile that I hate in another second she’ll begin to talk already I hear Ya’el’s voice. “Mother? What’s the matter? Mother?” That patient piece of putty is calling me but I hang up and turn to the window how quickly the moon sails through it I stop my ears I don’t want to hear but I can’t stop the murmur that rises escaping from deep in the earth.
— They’ll have a terrible accident.
— You’re starting again. Don’t.
— This time they’ll be caught.
— You’ve said that a thousand times and nothing’s ever happened.
— This time underfoot.
— No. None of your words again.
— Underfoot.
— Underfoot. So underfoot. So what?
— She sings so beautifully.
— He does. Don’t say she. I’m warning you.
— No, no, she. You saw yourself all the she there was today. From now on if you’d like there’ll be only she, lots of she, she everywhere…
— You’re out of your mind.
— She. Lots of she. Even Musa will be a she if you’d like.
— I haven’t the strength for this. I don’t believe it’s happening. Anything but having to begin this all over again.
— She everywhere.
— Shut up.
— The earth will turn upside down.
— Don’t start in on the earth now.
— Then maybe the sky. Maybe the she-sky.
— That’s enough. Stop it!
— Because you know what I’ve been thinking. Godina. Queen of the Universe.
— No. Anything but that…
— Godina. It’s so simple. So perfect.
— It’s insane.
— Godina. What a brilliant idea.
— What nonsense.
— We must remember to tell Tsvi tomorrow.
— You will not say one word to him. Keep away from him.
— But he’ll love it. What a beautiful idea. Now that the house is all ours, you’ll see that they’ll have to put up with me.
— The house was coming to me. What’s wrong with that? What do you want from me?
— How easily he let you have it, though.
— Because it was coming to me. He realized that.
— Then Godina!
— If you scream like that I’ll kill you. I’ll do it with my own two hands. You know I mean it.
— What happiness there will be with Godina.
— Never. Just more miserable depression.
— That isn’t so. There was such sweet happiness then too. And now with Godina.
— I’m telling you that’s enough!
— Godina! We can’t take it back anymore. It’s been said. What a shame that Yehuda…
— You’re crazy. There is no Godina.
— Then just the word. We’ll just keep the word. The soft she-ness of it.
— You’re not dragging me back there with you. I’ll fight. I’ll kill you.
— But it’s all inside you.
— Nowhere else. Deep down. That’s where the war will be. Deep down…
— Godina! You better get it straight. Godina. And now I’m going to sing.
— That’s enough. I’m not listening. I’m through with you. Go back to the desert. Die!
The telephone rings and I know that it’s Ya’el she’s worried maybe Tsvi too maybe even father but I’m afraid to answer because I might say something that will only upset them more. I walk outside to the path hearing the phone steadily ringing waiting to come to my senses to be myself again. Around me out among the trees women are stirring dancing up out of the earth. I bury my face in my arms I listen to the wind fan over me like a tender gust in some huge sail billowing bright light into this darkened world. Far off I hear Yehezkel’s voice at last the phone stops ringing. I look around me inhaling the cool air slowly pulling myself together watching the world go back to normal the guardhouse the road the lit-up dining room the ticking of the water pump the sound of the surf here and there a lone star I rise my head clearing in the good still night slowly I walk back to the office to phone them perhaps I’ll hear Gaddi or the baby I’ll ask them how they like the seder.