“How could you tell what that said?” Raffe asked.
“I recognize the name Benjamin of Tudela.”
Destiny shook her head at the wonder of it all. “You can’t read anything else?”
“Not a thing,” Gabriel said.
“So,” Raffe prompted impatiently, “tell us about your friend Benjamin.”
“To do that we shall have to return to the story of the Tomb of the Patriarchs.”
“Most problems do stem from the father.”
Destiny gave a ladylike snort into her tea at Raffe’s joke. “You should know.”