"Surely, only an ass would attempt to ride toJerusalem in these timorous times," laughed Bihar of Balanjar, a great horseman of the steppes who now dwelled in Kiev. "But being a man of a thousand disguises, I will take to those roads in the ways that I trade along my Silk Road, as a healer of men and a repairer of the world. And I promise that by Rosh Hashanah, the Torah Scrolls will be in the hands of the great rabbi from Toledo whom I am to meet at Jerusalem and deliver the scrolls."
"By Simchah Torah, you promise?" The rabbi arched one eyebrow feverishly.
"Yes By the sweetness of Rosh Hashanah By the harvest For the sake of a new year and the chance to be at one with commitment to what repairs the world."
Bihar of Balanjar, a great healer who used acupuncture needles acquired on the Silk Road from a wise one of Cathay, Bihar, the great grandson of a former Tengri shaman, accepted his son's rites of passage into Judaism on the same day that the Rus Prince, Svyatoslav conquered the Khazar white fortress at Sarkel.
The people scattered in the midst of a war that continued to escalate. Khazari widows whose husbands had died in the war accepted the little pillows to catch their tears. Bihar's soldiers carried into battle the Khazar Kagan's standard as a round, polished silver mirror on a long pole, hung with variously colored horsetails and other ornaments.
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