'You have barred it?' Ben Amram asked.
'And why not? In this season you know how the heathen go mad like street-dogs.'
'Pooh! They will not bite us.'
'But, Aaron! You heard about the lost Christian child!'
'I have saved many a Christian child, Golda.'
'They will not remember that.'
'But I must remember the ritual.' And he made a movement.
'No, no, Aaron! Listen!'
The shrill noises seemed to have veered round towards the front of the house. He shrugged his shoulders. 'I hear only the goats bleating.'
She clung to him as he made for the door. 'For the sake of our children!'