father, who has always been a soldier, says that only those who do the
actual fighting can truly know what it is to hate war. David nodded.
Yes, I understand that now. I love to fly, but I hate to destroy. They
were silent again, both of them considering their own personal vision of
war, both of them trying to find words to express it.
And yet it is necessary, Debra broke the silence. We must fight, there
is no other way. There is no other way, with the sea at our backs and
the Arabs at our throats. You speak like an Israeli, Debra challenged
him softly.
I made a decision today, or rather I was press-ganged by your father. He
has given me three weeks to brush up my Hebrew, and complete the
immigration formalities. 'And then? Debra leaned towards him.
A comnission in the airforce. That was the only point I scored on, I
had just enough strength to hold out for the equivalent rank I would
have had back home.
He haggled like a secondhand clothes dealer, but I had him, and he knew
it. So he gave in at last. Acting major, with confirmation of rank at
the end of twelve months. 'That's wonderful, Davey, you'll be one of
the youngest majors in the service.
Yeah, David agreed, and after I've paid my taxes I'll have a salary a
little less than a bus-driver back home. 'Never mind, Debra smiled for
the first time. I'll help you with your Hebrew. I was going to talk to
you about that, he answered her smile. Come on, let's get out of here.
I'm restless tonight, and I want to walk. They strolled through the
Christian quarter. The open stalls on each side were loaded with garish
and exotic clothes, and leather work and jewellery, and the smells of
spices and food and drains and stale humanity was almost solid in the
narrow lanes where the arches met overhead.
Debra drew him into one of the antique stores in the Via Doloroso, and
the proprietor came to them, almost wriggling with pleasure.
Ah, Miss Mordecai, and how is your dearly esteemed father? Then he
rushed into the back room to brew more coffee for them.
He's one of the half-honest ones, and he lives in mortal fear of the
Brig. Debra selected an antique solid gold Star of David on a slim
golden neck chain, and though he had never before worn personal
jewellery, David bowed his head and let her place it about his neck. The
golden star lay against the coarse dark curls of his chest.
That's the only decoration you'll ever get, we don't usually give
medals, she told him laughingly. But welcome to Israel anyway. It's
beautiful, David was touched and embarrassed by the gift, thank you. And
he buttoned his shirt over it and then reached awkwardly to kiss her,
but she drew away and warned him.
Not in here. He's a Moslem, and he'd be very offended. All right, said
David. Let's go and find some place where we won't hurt anybody's
sensibilities. They went out through the Lion Gate in the great wall
and found a stone bench in a quiet place amongst the olive trees of the
Moslem cemetery. There was a half moon in the sky, silver and
mysterious, and the night was warm and waiting, seemingly as expectant
as a new bride.
You can't stay on at the Intercontinental, Debra told him, and they both
looked up at its arched and lighted silhouette across the valley. Why
not? Well, first of all it's too expensive. On your salary you just
can't afford it. You don't really expect me to live on my salary? David
protested, but Debra ignored him and went on.
And what is more important, you aren't a tourist any more. So you can't
live like one. 'What do you suggest? 'We could find you an apartment.
Who would do the housework, and the laundry, and the cooking? he
protested vehemently. I haven't had much practice at that sort of
thing. I would, said Debra, and he froze for an instant and then turned
slowly on the seat to look at her. What did you say? I said, I would,
she repeated firmly, and then her voice quavered. That's if you want me
to. He was silent for a long moment.
See here, Debs. Are you talking about living together?
I mean, playing house-house on a full-time basis, the whole bit? 'That's
precisely what I am talking about. But - He could think of nothing
further to say. The idea was novel, breath-taking, and alive with
enchanting possibilities. All David's previous experiences with the
opposite sex had been profuse rather than deep, and he found himself on
the frontiers of unexplored territory. Well? Debra asked at last.
Do you want to get married? his voice cracked on the word, and he
cleared his throat.
I'm not sure that you are the finest marriage material in the market, my
darling David. You are as beautiful as the dawn, and fun to be with,
but you are also selfish, immature and spoiled stupid Thank you kindly
Well, there is no point in me mincing words now, David, not when I am
about to throw all caution aside and become your mistress. Wow! 'he
exclaimed, with all the frost thawing from his voice. When you say it
straight out like that, it almost blows my mind. Me too, Debra
confessed. But one condition is that we wait until we have our own
special place, you may recall that I'm not so high on public beaches or
rocky islands. I'll never forget, David agreed. Does this mean that
you don't want to marry me? He found his mortal terror of matrimony
fading under this slur on his potential marriage worth.
I didn't say that either, Debra demurred. But let's make that decision
when both of us are ready for it. 'Right on, doll, said David, with an
almost idiot grin of happiness spreading over his face.
And now, MajorMo an, youmaykissme, 'shesaid.
. rg But do try and help me remember the conditions. A long while
later, they drew a little apart to breathe and a sudden thought made
David frown with worry.
My God, he exclaimed, what will the Brig say! He won't be joining us,
she told him, and they both laughed together, excited by their own
wickedness. Seriously, what will you tell your parents? I'll lie to
them graciously, and they'll pretend to believe me. Let me worry about
that. Beseder, he agreed readily.
You are learning, she applauded. Let's just try that kiss again, but
this in time in Hebrew, please. 'I love you, he said in that language.
Good boy, she murmured. You are going to make a prize pupil. There was
one more doubt to be set at rest, and Debra voiced it at the iron gate
to the garden, when at last he took her home.
Do you know what the Bris, the Covenant, is? 'Sure, he grinned, and
made scissors out of his first and second finger. It seemed in the
uncertain light that she blushed, and her voice was only just audible.
Well, what about you?
That, David told her severely, is a highly personal question, the answer
to which little girls should find out for themselves, and his expression
became lascivious, the hard way.
All knowledge is precious as gold, she said in a small voice, and be
sure that I will seek the answer diligently.
David discovered that the acquisition of an apartment in Jerusalem was a
task much like the quest for the Holy Grail. Although the high-rise
blocks were being thrown up with almost reckless energy, the demand for
accommodation far outweighed the supply The father of one of Debra's
students was an estate agent and the poor man took their problem to his
heart; the waiting-list for the new blocks was endless, but an
occasional apartment in one of the older buildings fell vacant, and he