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but this day must have been all Moishe's responsibility.
“Watch them carefully,” Buck whispered to Chloe. “Sometimes they communicate
without opening their mouths. I love how everyone understands them in his own
language.”
Commotion near the front caused several people to back away, opening a gap in the
crowd. Someone said, “Carpathia! It's the potentate!”
Tsion held up a hand. “Let us stay right here,” he whispered.
Buck was riveted as Leon Fortunato smoothly supervised GC guards who kept
gawkers from Carpathia. The potentate appeared bemused, boldly moving to within
ten feet of the fence. “Hail, Potentate!” someone shouted. Carpathia half turned,
holding a finger to his lips, and Fortunato nodded to a guard, who stepped toward
the crowd. They backed away farther.
“Stay here,” Buck said, slipping away.
“Honey, wait!” Chloe called, but Buck moved around behind the crowd and into the
shadows.
He knew he would appear to the guards as simply someone leaving. But when he
was far enough away to be ignored, he doubled back through shrubbery to where he
could see Carpathia's face as he stared at Moishe.
Carpathia appeared startled when Moishe suddenly spoke in a loud voice. “Woe
unto the enemy of the Most High God!”
Nicolae seemed to quickly collect himself. He smiled and spoke softly. “I am hardly
the enemy of God,” he said. “Many say I am the Most High God.”
Moishe moved for the first time, crossing his arms over his chest. Carpathia, his
chin in his hand, cocked his head and studied Moishe. The ancient witness spoke
softly, and Buck knew only he and Carpathia could hear him.
“A sword shall pierce your head,” Moishe said in a haunting monotone. “And you
shall surely die.”
Buck shivered, but it was clear that Carpathia was unmoved. “Let me tell you and
your companion something,” he said through clenched teeth. “You have persecuted
Israel long enough with the drought and the water turned to blood. You will lift
your hocus-pocus or live to regret it.”
Eli rose and traded places with Moishe, beckoning Carpathia closer. The potentate
hesitated and looked back to his guards, who tentatively raised their weapons. Eli
spoke with such volume that the crowd dispersed and ran, and even Tsion and
Chloe recoiled.
“Until the due time, you have no authority over the lampstands of God Almighty!”
The guards lowered their weapons, and Fortunato seemed to hide behind them.
Carpathia's smirk remained, but Buck was convinced he was seething. “We shall
see,” he said, “who will win in the end.”
Eli seemed to look through Carpathia. “Who will win in the end was determined
before the beginning of time. Lo, the poison you inflict on the earth shall rot you
from within for eternity.”
Carpathia stepped back, still grinning. “I warn you to stay away from the charade of
the so-called saints. I have guaranteed their safety, not yours.”
Eli and Moishe spoke in unison. “He and she who have ears, let them hear. We are
bound neither by time nor space, and those who shall benefit by our presence and
testimony stand within the sound of our proclamation.”
Buck thrilled at the message and looked beyond the square to where Tsion stood
with Chloe. The rabbi thrust his fists in the air as if he had gotten the message, and
he walked Chloe back toward, the car. Buck ducked out of the shrubs and headed