And two good Christians. Well, one Christian and Robin. I had never seen so many Jews in one place before, and it was a strange experience for me. They spoke English or French to each other but occasionally dropped briefly into another guttural language that I could not understand; very few of them had brought arms with them when they had come to the Tower, which seemed strange to me for people under threat of violence, but it was no matter as the keep was already well stocked with weapons. And they argued constantly about everything. But the strange thing was that, although they could be shouting at their fellows or family members one minute, the next, they had hugged and kissed and all was calm again; and they never came to blows with each other no matter what insults had been exchanged. I was astounded. In a Christian community, the aggressive tone of their disputations alone would have been enough to start the fists flying.They were a sober, orderly lot, too, courteous and kind to me; and so I liked them.
