"Will you inform against me?"
"And why not? An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. I have suffered for ten years on your account, and now it is your turn. Come along!"
"Oh, my dears, hold him, hold him, there will be trouble!" Naomi cried again.
All rushed at Eliav, but before they had time to restrain him, he dashed to the corner, seized the copper pickaxe, with which he broke stones in the quarry, ran towards Issachar, and raised it over his head, shouting:
"Get out of my sight, you son of the stinking Goat, or I'll kill you!"
Issachar ran out of the house, covering his face with his hands.
He ran along the dark streets, stumbling, falling, getting up, and running on again in terror.
He only came to himself outside the Sheol gates. Naaman had been running beside him and saying to him something he could not make out; at last he grasped that Naaman said:
"Let us run to the Goats' Cave and spend the night there."
By a steep narrow footpath cut in the rock, they ascended from the Sheol valley to the open ground at the top of the hill. A small red light flickered in the distance. They walked towards it. Fierce sheep dogs, with heads like spiders, rushed at them barking.