Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
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80 Kerry Greenwood<br />
glad when the rabbi finally managed to open his door <strong>and</strong> she<br />
could go in.<br />
It was bare <strong>and</strong> poor <strong>and</strong> dusty, but it smelt of old books. On<br />
a kitchen table stained with ink was piled a treasury of leatherbound<br />
ancient volumes, <strong>and</strong> there were more on the floor,<br />
stacked up, open at illustrations of dragons <strong>and</strong> lions. She saw<br />
the Tree of the Kabala again in a folio tome on which a scatter<br />
of pages lay. ‘Please sit down,’ said Rabbi Elijah, in a rusty social<br />
manner. There didn’t seem to be anywhere to sit, so Phryne stood<br />
<strong>and</strong> watched as the old man sorted the leaves <strong>and</strong> laid them out<br />
in piles. His h<strong>and</strong>s were long <strong>and</strong> fine, with pale knob-knuckles<br />
which spoke of arthritis. His skin seemed untouched by any sun.<br />
His fingernails were clean <strong>and</strong> cut slightly long.<br />
‘These,’ he said, pushing one stack over, ‘are illuminations<br />
from a medieval textbook on alchemy, <strong>and</strong> I cannot decipher<br />
them, except to say that they show various stages in the composition<br />
of the philosopher’s stone. The ancients believed that<br />
it rendered all things perfect.’<br />
‘I thought it turned base metal into gold,’ commented<br />
Phryne.<br />
‘Certainly. Gold is the perfect metal. Therefore the lapis philosophorum<br />
would make lead into gold. It was also believed—’<br />
Phryne noted with glee that Rabbi Elijah, a teacher, could not<br />
refrain from teaching, even though his auditor was a shiksa <strong>and</strong><br />
probably unclean—‘that it could cure all diseases <strong>and</strong> make men<br />
immortal.’<br />
‘By raising them to their perfect state.’<br />
‘Good.’ He raised his eyes, saw Phryne, <strong>and</strong> blinked when<br />
he realized to whom he was talking. But it was too late for him<br />
to slip back into his shell, so he continued. ‘They described it as<br />
being as fine as oil <strong>and</strong> solid as glass, <strong>and</strong> no one has ever managed<br />
to make it. A dream, but men must have dreams.’<br />
Phryne wondered what dreams the old man had dreamed,<br />
to bring him to Australia, <strong>and</strong> how they coincided with this<br />
poor drab place.