Evidently we were mistaken, but that evening, we were not alone, for the Master of the Universe also erred. It gets darker. We postpone the evening Misdar until he arrives. The flags are still waving high even though the sun had practically set and they wave in anticipation of greeting our guest. It gets still darker.
Autos pass our road with their lights on.
Finally, he has arrived. The Betarim are ready to receive their Rosh Betar. Their hearts beat quicker and quicker. He passes the line slowly, peers into the face of every Betari as if he wanted to remember every one, or as though he sought someone amongst them. It is very dark.