ABSTRACT
In Yerahmiel’s house, there were as many preparations being made in the evening after the fair as on the evening before a festival, for his nearest relative, the wealthy Zebulun from Rabinowa manor, had come to honor the household with his presence—he and his wife, his eldest son and their beautiful daughter who was well spoken of. Silver candlesticks stood on the table and white candles illuminated every comer with a clear light. The table was laid for the evening meal: a white cloth was spread over the table and an array of cutlery made it look like a festive meal. The aroma of good food spread from the kitchen, and everyone in the house was gathered in readiness for the feast which Yerahmiel had made for Zebulun and his entourage.
