I'm using them all up before the wedding. Speaking of which, what are you two bringing me for a present? It had better be good if it's going to make up for who I have to marry."
She was joyful and there was music and laughter in her voice, pure Maggie, but I had to turn away.
"Hey, I was only joking," she said. "You guys don't need to bring me anything."
"We're leaving, Maggie. We won't be there."
She grabbed my shoulder and forced me to face her. "You're leaving? You and Joshua? You're going away?"
"Yes, before your wedding. We're going to Antioch, and from there far into the East along the Silk Road."
She said nothing. Tears welled up in her eyes and I could feel them rising in mine as well. This time she turned away.
"We should have told you before, I know, but really we only decided at Passover. Joshua is going to find the Magi who came to his birth, and I'm going with him because I have to."
She wheeled on me. "You have to? You have to? You don't have to. You can stay and be my friend and come to my wedding and sneak down to talk to me here or in the vineyard and we can laugh and tease and no matter how horrible it is being married to Jakan, I'll have that. I'll at least have that!"
I felt as if I'd be sick to my stomach any second. I wanted to tell her that I'd stay, that I'd wait, that if there was the slightest chance that her life wasn't going to be a desert in the arms of her creep husband that I could hold hope. I wanted to do whatever I could to take away even a little bit of her pain, even up to letting Joshua go by himself, but in thinking that, I realized that Joshua must have been feeling the same thing, so all I said was "I'm sorry."
"And what about Joshua, wasn't he even going to say good-bye?"
"He wanted to, but he couldn't. Neither of us can, I mean, we didn't want to have to watch you marry Jakan."
"Cowards. You two deserve each other. You can hide behind each other like Greek boys. Just go. Get away from me."
I tried to think of something to say, but my mind was a soup of confusion so I hung my head and walked away. I was almost out of the square when Maggie caught up to me. I heard her footsteps and turned.
"Tell him to meet me behind the synagogue, Biff. The night before my wedding, an hour after sunset."
"I'm not sure, Maggie, he - "
"Tell him," she said. She ran back to the well without looking back.
So I told Joshua, and on the night before Maggie's wedding, the night before we were to leave on our journey, Joshua packed some bread and cheese and a skin of wine and told me to meet him by the date palms in the square where we would share supper together.
"You have to go," Joshua said.
"I'm going. In the morning, when you do. What, you think I'd back out now?"
"No, tonight. You have to go to Maggie. I can't go."
"What? I mean, why?" Sure I'd been heartbroken when Maggie had asked to see Joshua and not me, but I'd come to terms with it. Well, as well as one ever comes to terms with an ongoing heartbreak.
"You have to take my place, Biff. There's almost no moon tonight, and we are about the same size. Just don't say much and she'll think it's me. Maybe not as smart as normal, but she can put that down to worry over the upcoming journey."
"I'd love to see Maggie, but she wants to see you, why can't you go?"
"You really don't know?"
"Not really."
"Then just take my word for it. You'll see. Will you do this for me, Biff? Will you take my place, pretend to be me?"
"That would be lying. You never lie."
"Now you're getting righteous on me? I won't be lying. You will be."
"Oh. In that case, I'll go."
But there wasn't even time to deceive. It was so dark that night that I had to make my way slowly through the village by starlight alone, and as I rounded the corner to the back of our small synagogue I was hit with a wave of sandalwood and lemon and girl sweat, of warm skin, a wet mouth over mine, arms around my back and legs around my