Chapter 21
‘Ah, the Jewish gent . . . ’
Abraham Ibn Zarzar heard the voice sounding from the fiery interior of the workshop.
‘ . . . come for his, ahem, ruby.’ The glazier’s round and glistening face appeared in the doorway. ‘I’ve cracked it, your honour,’ he said mournfully.
Abraham stared at him.
The glazier grinned. ‘Don’t worry sir, not literally, ha ha! Just a little in-joke in the glass trade . . . Hang on, your excellency, and I’ll get it in a tick. Cracked it . . . ’ he repeated to himself, disappearing into the inner room. ‘Always gets them.’
Abraham turned away from the heat emanating from the half-seen workshop, and studied the samples of stained glass that were set into high openings above the street door. The panels were artfully done, but what with Cristóbal the goldsmi
