Innis

It was outside a city that was already lost, and everyone who saw him buy it thought he had lost his mind, and maybe he had, and maybe it didn't matter. He paid the silver and signed the deed and gave the jar to Baruch and sat back down in the court of the guard and waited. He was not waiting for the siege to lift. He was waiting for something on the other side of the siege, past the exile, out in the years where the land would matter again and a man with a deed would stand on ground that was his and the ground would not argue with him. That is the bet. That is always the bet.