"You might cause the opposite result to what you're hoping to achieve."

"Why?"

"Give the boy some time. Don't contact him for a while." This was Elie's purpose in visiting Abraham in person-to keep the father and son apart. "Let him work it out emotionally. For a few months, at least."

"But I'm worried about him. Such anger could cause Jerusalem to take unnecessary risk. You know how it is when one is consumed by anger."

Elie nodded. "Do you want me to make some calls, check on him?"

"Yes! Get the IDF to a.s.sign him to an office, a clerical job. For now. He's very smart, almost fluent in German. Some English too."

"Absolutely. I'll make some calls, get him transferred. He'll be safe."

"Do it! If I lose him," Abraham's voice broke, "I'll have nothing. Nothing at all."

A young man entered the study with a plate of food and a cup of tea. Elie recognized him-the study companion, Benjamin Mashash. It was time to start a file on him.

Elie stood and headed to the door, murmuring the traditional condolences: "May G.o.d comfort you among the mourners of Zion and Jerusalem."

Lemmy sat with his legs over the side of the bed, his feet resting on the cold tiles. There was light in the window. Tanya was asleep, curled under a heavy comforter. He went outside. The air smelled of Jerusalem sage, a blooming carpet of yellow flowers along the rusting barbwires and warning signs: Border Ahead! Danger!

He heard a distant ambulance siren, but he couldn't tell whether it came from the Jewish or the Jordanian half of the city. He thought of his mother, in constant motion, cooking, mopping, hanging wet linen on wires outside, or helping young mothers with babies. How could she be dead? The finality of it seemed impossible.

He heard the radio inside come to life, warming up with static. A series of beeps preceded the hourly news broadcast on the Voice of Israel.

Tanya got up and poured a gla.s.s of milk for him. They stood together by the wooden box of the radio, listening. The lead news was the U.S. declaration of a weapons embargo on Israel until it allowed an American inspection of the nuclear reactor in Dimona, to which Moshe Dayan responded, "With friends like this, who needs enemies?" The White House also denied Eshkol's claim that the Americans promised that the Sixth Fleet would intervene should Egypt attack Israel. President Johnson issued an explicit statement: "There will be an absolute neutrality by all American forces in the Middle East under all circ.u.mstances!" To top it all off, the Voice of Israel reported that Abba Eban had failed to convince the UN Security Council to issue a resolution calling for cessation of hostilities and commencement of peace negotiations.

When the announcer moved on to news about the results of the National Bible Bee, Tanya asked, "Do you want something to eat?"

Lemmy knuckled the radio box. "Why are we begging the world for help? If the Arabs want a fight, let's give them a fight!"

"It's not so simple. Eshkol and his ministers are old men who grew up in Eastern Europe, where Jewish survival depended on the Gentile authorities' protection."

"But now we have an army!"

"A small army, poorly equipped, and outnumbered by ma.s.sive Arab militaries equipped with the best Soviet death machines."

The voice of opposition leader Menachem Begin sounded from the radio: "At this time of historic peril for our nascent Zionist dream, we must put aside personal and political rivalries and call upon David Ben Gurion to return as prime minister and lead Israel to victory!"

"There's a sign of panic." Tanya shut off the radio. "The wolf calls the lion to fight off the hyena."

The Deux Chevaux took a few attempts to start. He placed the Uzi in his lap and folded up the half-window, bolting it in the open position. The car had the sour odor of burnt nicotine, but Lemmy did not ask Tanya whose car it was or who had smoked in it. She was twice his age, beautiful, smart, and independent. A woman like Tanya Galinski couldn't be satisfied with an eighteen-year-old yes.h.i.+va dropout, let alone a soldier who was away most of the time. This must be the reason she had arranged a room for him with Bira.

They reached the hills west of the city. The road followed a long fence, ending in a dirt parking lot near an iron gate. A sign read: Sanhedriah Cemetery.

The sight hit Lemmy with the reality of the situation. His mother was buried here. He hesitated before getting out of the car. How could she be dead? He shut his eyes and felt her presence, smelled the raw fish and dish-was.h.i.+ng soap, and saw her hand tighten her headdress. He thought of the hot chocolate she had made for him every morning, and his throat constricted. He pushed the memories away, determined not to cry in front of Tanya, and stepped into the sun.

Through the gate he saw a vast hillside dotted with tombstones. Farther to the right, beyond the stones, a group of rabbis formed a cl.u.s.ter of swaying black coats. They chanted prayers while one of them piled stones to form a marker. The group marched a good distance away and repeated the process of praying in the open field while another stone marker was erected.

Tanya asked, "What are they doing?"

Lemmy had never actually seen this done, but he knew the relevant Talmudic rules. "They're expanding the burial grounds," he explained. "Before a Jew could be buried, certain blessings must be recited over the soil to sanctify the site as a Jewish cemetery. Only then it is ready to provide a resting place until the Messiah comes and announces the Day of Resurrection." He watched the group march again, almost out of sight, where they repeated the ritual. "That's a lot of sacred grounds," he said. "Are they expecting a plague or something?"

"A war," Tanya said. "A terrible, b.l.o.o.d.y war."

An old man at a flower stand accepted a few coins and handed Tanya a small bouquet. Lemmy was not sure whether his mother had liked flowers. She had never had any in the house.

"Let's go." He headed to the gate.

"Not there."

He stopped and turned to Tanya.

"We need to go around." She gestured. "Your mother is buried over there."

"But this is the only entrance." He pointed at the gate.

Tanya's face, usually as smooth as porcelain, was creased in pain. She reached to touch his arm. "She's buried outside the fence."

Lemmy tried to digest the information. Again he felt as if in a dream, or a nightmare, where things seemed real but were not. Outside the fence?

Tanya wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "She hanged herself."

A fleeting image of his mother at the end of a rope made Lemmy groan. He could see the noose tighten around her white neck, tilting her head sideways, her mouth agape, her tongue stuck out, thick and purple, her eyes wide and focused on him.

He grabbed the fence and shook it, fighting to control himself, to drive away the image.

But then the comprehension shocked him again. His father had buried her outside the sanctified grounds of the cemetery! Lemmy no longer believed in those rules, but she had believed! According to Talmud, she would be excluded from the ultimate resurrection of the righteous. And until then, her stone would stand out, attracting derision and mockery. "He is evil," Lemmy yelled. "Evil! How could he do this to her? She lived for him!"

"He had no choice."

"He could've done her this last favor!"

Tanya put her hands around him. "It was a suicide. Your father had to bury her outside the fence-"

"That's a lie!"

Brigadier General Tappuzi shut the door to his office. "Okay, Weiss. What's on your mind?"

"The UN radar." Elie approached the map. His finger traced the road from Government House, circled east of the Old City to the Mandelbaum Gate, across the border, and over to the IDF command, which was marked with a blue Star of David. "About twelve minutes of driving."

"So?" Tappuzi tapped the table with a pencil.

"I could get a man in there, blow it up."

"That's it? That's your plan?" Tappuzi grabbed a bunch of papers stapled together. "This, for example, is a plan for a military operation. It has three parts: When? Where? What? How?"

"That's four parts."

"Who's counting?"

"Do you want to hear my plan?"

"But Galinski said Mossad won't risk sending in a team!"

"Mossad is a bureaucracy. My SOD is different. That's why it's called Special. We can do it."

Tappuzi sat down. "Give me a step-by-step."

"Forty-eight hours before the IDF launches first strike, you summon General Odd Bull to a meeting here. We disable his car, and an identical vehicle, driven by an Indian-looking soldier in UN drab, crosses the border to Government House. A second man hides in the Jeep with a bag of explosives. He slips into the UN building, the driver turns around and drives back across the border to a safe house. General Bull's car is fixed, your meeting with him ends, and he goes back. Our guy at Government House hides and waits. Moments before war starts, we give him a signal and he blows up the radar. Mission accomplished."

"Daring, but full of holes. And even a.s.suming everything works out, how will you get him out?"

"Same drill. You call Bull for an emergency meeting, which will make sense considering the breakout of hostilities, and we send our fake UN Jeep to pluck out our boy."

"Odd Bull is not dumb," Tappuzi said. "He'll suspect a ploy when I call him minutes after his radar blew up."

"It'll look like an accident. There are gasoline tanks behind the radar station."

"And how will our man know where to go inside Government House?"

"I've set up an intense training program for the two-the driver and the mole. The candidates are young soldiers, just finis.h.i.+ng boot camp. I'll have them rea.s.signed to SOD and prepared for the mission."

"What about the car?"

"I've located an identical Jeep Wagoneer in Haifa. A wealthy contractor had it special-ordered from Detroit. It's perfect."

"You'll need authority from Northern Command, Armament Division, to confiscate a civilian vehicle. Tell them to call me."

Elie was at the door. "It's already in the safe house. The owner wasn't too happy."

"I'm sure he wasn't." Brigadier General Tappuzi laughed. "Way to go, Weiss!"

"A lie!" Lemmy tore out of Tanya's embrace. "He could have buried her inside the cemetery!"

"Listen, please," Tanya begged, "your father had to follow the rules-"

"You know the rules?"

"Suicide is a desecration of G.o.d's image, in which we're created. Talmud requires burial outside the fence, right?"

"But there's an exception!" Lemmy hit his fists against each other. "The sages said there's always regret in the last second of life, between the act of suicide and the actual departure of the soul. This last-minute repentance cleanses the deceased from the sin of suicide. Any rabbi would permit burial within the sacred grounds-a proper burial! Any rabbi except my father, the tzadik!"

"Lemmy, please, don't hate him. Your father couldn't extend leniency to his own wife. He's the leader of Neturay Karta. His people watch what he does-"

"Why do you defend him?"

She hesitated. "One day you'll understand."

"I understand it already. He's cruel and fanatic, a self-righteous, merciless tyrant. He's a monster!"

"Jerusalem!"

The way she shouted his name, the anger it carried, was like a slap in the face. He looked at Tanya, finally comprehending a reality that had simmered between them since the beginning. "You're still in love with my father, aren't you?"

She shook her head once, but her eyes confirmed his suspicion.

"You've never stopped loving him. That's why you defend him."

Her lips tightened as if she was holding back a cry.

"Is that why you seduced me?"

She groaned as if he hit her.

"That Sabbath, when you came to our home, you argued in his study. Why?"

Tanya opened her mouth to explain, but no words emerged.

"Did you ask him to leave Neturay Karta for you? And he refused, right? So you took me instead." It was almost like one of the novels he had read. Tanya was the spurned lover who took revenge on the man who rejected her by stealing his only son. "You knew I would fall for it. A h.o.r.n.y teenager who had never seen the skin of a woman's elbow, suddenly reading romantic novels while a beautiful woman offers him paradise on earth." Lemmy laughed bitterly. "You must think me such an idiot!"

"I don't."

"And after you took away his son, you pushed his wife over the edge. How biblical!"

At this Tanya physically shook, the knot in her hair collapsing, the black locks descending around her. "Don't say that!"

He gestured at the fence. "Is that why my mother killed herself? Did she catch the two of you in the act?"

Tanya grabbed his arm, her fingers digging into his flesh. "I didn't mean for this to happen! Your father and I did nothing wrong!"

"Killing my mother isn't wrong?"

"Would you listen to me?"

"Enough!" He turned away from her and faced the rows of tombstones covering the hillside, each with a Star of David. He straightened his olive-green uniform, tilted his red beret until it sheltered his right ear, and adjusted the Uzi strap across his chest. "I'm going to say good-bye to my mother now." He took the flowers from Tanya. "I'll hitch a ride back to the base."

"But-"

"I don't want to see you ever again."

"Oh, please!" She was crying now. "Let me explain-"

Choking on his sobs, Lemmy ran along the outer fence of the cemetery.