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In Safed, his friends had told him, you'll find both books and a spirit of scholarship. He should not be allowed to leave, the friar warned. I was attended by eleven knights, and these were not rabble b hardened young men capable of defending themselves and t unruly crowd they led. with his sword arm covered with blood, concluded that the Arab had killed a Christian and leaped at him wi
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