Tali stared. His finger was still on the last letter — the Ayin. Y-S-V-A. YESHUA. 'It's really there,' he whispered. Grandpa nodded. 'It has been there for three thousand years, Tali. You are just the first to find it in your language.' The letters under the word for 'the altar' pulsed with quiet light, like a heart that had been beating beneath the page since Moses was a boy.