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 Oath of the Birdie
Dungeon Golf Pro Tour Book 1
Rube M. Sharpe
 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and
incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.
Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in

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without express written permission of the publisher.

Copyright © 2023 Rube M. Sharpe

Cover image by Duong Thanh Lam

Cover typography by Inorai

All rights reserved.

 Contents

1. The Alchemist's Friend

2. Going For a Drive

3. Sizing Up the Competition

4. Good Luck, Have Fun, Try Not to Die
5. Not That Kind of Birdie

6. It's a Skill Issue

7. Striking Silver

8. A Problem with Ninety-Nine Legs

9. Fish (Don't) Fear Me

10. Ready Check

11. Lucky Horseshoe

12. Double Digits
13. Blood Sport

14. I Didn't Ask For This

15. Spilling Guts

16. Working As Intended

17. Don't Stand in the Fire

18. Threat Management

19. Something About Early Birds

20. Small Shoes to Fill

21. Level Select

22. Hazard Day

23. The Lion, the Wedge, and the Bronze Robe

24. Ace

25. Full of Holes

26. The Coming Storm

27. The Moment of Truth

28. Marked by Lightning

29. Flipped Perspective

30. It Never Strikes Twice

31. Rain and Respite

32. Patch Notes

33. The Depths

34. Snakes in the Turf

35. Swimming Lessons

36. Behind the Waterfall

37. Speedrun

38. A Numbers Game

39. Unseen and Unheard

40. No Hard Feelings

41. Never Meet Your Idols

42. Under a False Sky

43. New Beginnings

Appendix

Acknowledgments

Looking for More?

About the Author

Chapter One
 The Alchemist's Friend

TAROCH STARED INTO THE half-empty stein of beer in his hand.

The Red Goat Tavern was aptly named, because the house ale was
glorified goat piss. Nonetheless, it tasted like home.
It wasn’t like Taroch could afford to drink the good stuff on a daily
basis anymore. Being unemployed for three weeks tended to have
that effect.
It was ten in the morning, and the Red Goat was much busier
than usual. There was a tournament starting in two weeks—the
Silverclaw Open Championship. The grand prize was five million
gold, so naturally athletes from all over the continent had come to
Ormz hoping for a shot at fame and fortune.
Taroch couldn't bring himself to sign up.
He sat at his usual spot near the end of the bar. The common
room was more open than most, enough to seat nearly four dozen
people.
 “Pardon me,” a man said from behind him, “but is this seat
taken?” His voice was soft and breezy.
Taroch looked up at the man to his left. He was a faerie, with
spiral-grained bark skin and autumn-orange hair, dressed in too
many layers for a desert city like Ormz.
“No, go ahead,” he muttered before drinking a quarter of the stein
all at once.
The stranger doffed his backpack, setting it on the floor before
perching atop the stool. Though Taroch was hunched over, and short
by ogre standards, the faerie’s head was still beneath his shoulders.
“Are you here for the championship as well?” he asked.
“No, I’m local. Lived here for most of my life.” Taroch glanced at
the little magical contraption that was mounted above the bar—a
‘television’, Grix called it. “Er, I don’t plan on participating in the
championship. I might watch, though.”
“I’m Lathai, by the way.”
“I’m Taroch.”
“Well met.” The faerie’s eyes wandered over to the shelf behind
the bar. “Say, do you recommend what’s on tap? It’s been a long
journey to Ormz, and I’d like to wet my whistle a tad.”
The ogre couldn’t help but smirk.
“Now you’re speaking my language. This is the house beer I’m
drinking. It’s beer, it gets you drunk…eventually.”
“Afraid I’m not much of a beer drinker, Taroch. I prefer the
stronger stuff.”
“Well, you’ve got a lot to pick from. Grix has all sorts of Zenthi
wines, smoked Gashari whisky, spiced rums…can you be more
specific than ‘the stronger stuff’?”
“If it can knock out a dire bear, I’ll take two.”
“All right, if you say so.” Taroch leaned in closer to Lathai, and
lowered his voice to a whisper. “Grix doesn’t advertise this one,
because it’s too dangerous, but if you want to get absolutely
plastered I recommend a little something he calls the ‘alchemist’s
friend’.”
Lathai stroked his chin.
“Do you know what’s in it?”
“I know most of what’s in it. It’s made from fermented camel’s
milk, grain alcohol, treantberries, and the stomach acid of a
catoblepas. Has to be served in goblets made from troll skulls,
because only a troll’s regeneration can keep the vessel from
dissolving.” He raised his left hand, directing attention to the
emerald-studded gold ring on his little finger. “You need to prove you
have magical acid resistance before he’ll serve it to you, but one pint
and you won’t have a hangover the next day. Or your memories.”
Taroch decided to leave out the fact that nothing else could get
him drunk anymore. People pitied him enough.
Lathai reached down to the floor, opening his backpack. After
rifling through it for a few seconds, he rose again, clutching a tiny
stoppered phial of lime-green liquid and a handful of silver coins.
“You came prepared?” Taroch asked.
“I try to have a contingency plan for everything.” Lathai pulled out
the stopper with his teeth and spit it out onto the floor. He downed
the potion in one gulp, throwing his head back dramatically as he did
so. His face crinkled into a look of disgust. “Gods, do all the world’s
alchemists have to invent potions that taste like rotten eggs? Why
can’t a potion of acid resistance taste like, I don’t know, honey? I’d
settle for peppermint, even!”
Taroch craned his neck over to where the barkeep was standing.
Grix was an middle-aged kobold with blue scales and chipped horns.
He was currently pouring glasses of wine for a pair of humans who
were dressed far too posh for a place like the Red Goat.
“Grix!” he bellowed. “My new friend and I would like your
specialty, if you please!” He pulled a few silver coins out of his pant
pocket and dramatically slammed them onto the bar counter.
Grix scurried over to Taroch and glanced at the coins that he had
just placed down. His eyes narrowed, and he let out a quiet hiss
between clenched fangs.
“You’re getting strangers involved in your shenanigans now, are
you?” The kobold produced a small spyglass from his apron and
peered through it at Lathai. “Just enough acid resistance All right,
you pass. Two alchemist’s friends, coming right up.”
He grabbed the coins and vanished into the kitchen.
“So, you said you were participating in the championship, right?”
Taroch asked.
“Yes, I am,” Lathai replied with a smile. He held out a hand, and a
polished purple stone about the size of an apple appeared in his
palm. A Class Stone. The musical note carved into it indicated that
he was a Bard. His smile wilted. “This is my second try at a golf
tournament; I competed in the Zenth Open last year, over on the
west coast…but I had to drop out when my partner was eaten by
the crocodiles there.” He loosened his grip on the stone, causing it to
fade into nothingness.
“Damn, I’m sorry. I, uh, tried golfing the dungeon here once
before. It went sideways, to say the least.”
All the monarchs and merchants in the world couldn’t pay him
enough gold to go back into Silverclaw Canyon. Not after what
happened last time.
Nobody knew where it, or the rest of the world's dungeons, came
from. Their existence was just a fact of life. Before the war, dungeon
delving was the domain of heroes and the stuff of ballads. Now it
was the domain of athletes, and the stuff of celebrity gossip. Yet it
was as deadly as ever.
“May I ask, what Class are you?” Lathai asked.
“Paladin.” He conjured his own Class Stone—it gleamed gold and
sported a carving of a shield. After a few seconds, he dismissed it.
“Though…my oath isn’t active at the moment.”
Lathai grinned and clapped the ogre’s shoulder.
“Keeping to an oath is hard work, my friend. I’m sure you’ll find
your faith again soon, though. Oh, here comes our drinks!”
After dismissing the stone, Taroch looked over at the bar to see
Grix approaching them, a troll-skull goblet full of foamy, curdled
liquid in each of his now-gloved hands.
“Here’s your drinks.” Though he set the drinks down on the
counter as gently as he could, a few drops overflowed onto the
counter and started to corrode the wood. “Drink at your own risk,
and try not to die. The Red Goat takes no responsibility for actions
you take while black-out drunk.”
 Taroch pulled the goblet close, but didn’t raise it to his lips just
yet. He watched as Lathai smelled his, the faerie’s nose wrinkling as
he took in the drink’s acrid, fruity notes.
“Ready when you are,” the ogre said.
“I was thinking of making a toast before we say goodbye to our
memories. What say you?”
Taroch stared into his drink for a moment before grabbing the
goblet by the stem.
“I’m game.”
They both raised their drinks and clanked them together
overhead, spraying droplets onto the floor every which way.
“To second chances, and new beginnings!” Lathai shouted.
“To second chances, and new beginnings!” Taroch repeated.
Taroch guzzled the drink down all at once, enjoying a mix of
flavours and textures that blasphemed the gods. He watched the
bard drink his with more than a little apprehension—it had been a
long time since he’d convinced another patron to drink an
alchemist’s friend with him, and he wasn’t sure if a potion of acid
resistance was good enough to protect the drinker from the…side
effects.
Curious as to how much havoc the drink was wreaking on his
insides, he pulled up his own status window.

Taroch
Level 5 Paladin (Fallen)
Hit Points 485/500
Skill Points 250/250
 Strength 20
Dexterity 8
Mind 12
Willpower 14
Perception 10

Four hundred and eighty-four. Four hundred and eighty-three. It

was ticking down in real time, about five damage every two seconds.
If not for his ring, he would have been bleeding internally by now.
The alcohol hit him right away, such that he didn’t even have to
stand up to feel woozy.
“Taroch, this tastes absolutely horrid!” Lathai said. He let out a
loud belch. “Shall we order another?”
“If you’re feeling up to it, then I am.” Taroch stared into the foamy
dregs at the bottom of his goblet for a moment before trying to
shake them free into his mouth. “Say, how about we make it a
competition?”
“You want to see which of us can tank the most liver damage?”
“Aye!”
“Well, if we’re going that route, I think we should wager
something. Add some stakes, if you will.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“A moment…can we get the barkeep over here as a witness? For
the sake of fair play.”
“Certainly.” When he looked back toward the bar, Grix was gone.
Already, Taroch was starting to wobble on his stool. After scanning
the whole room, he eventually found the old man, and cupped a
hand around his mouth. “Grix, you fossil, care to witness a wager?!
We’d like another round of the specialty, while you’re at it!”
Grix surfaced right next to them without warning, making Lathai
almost jump out of his skin in shock.
“I’m right here, you oaf,” he replied, with a hint of snark. “What’s
the wager?”
Lathai leaned forward and steepled his fingers.
“Okay, Taroch, I’ll wager ten gold drakes.”
“Ten gold drakes it is,” he replied.
“All right, I’ve witnessed the wager,” Grix said. “I’ll be back in a
minute with the next round.”
Lathai braced himself against the bar counter with both hands. He
seemed to be losing his balance, bit by bit. Taroch couldn’t help but
chortle.
“It’s not too late to back out, you know.”
“Oh, but of course it is! The wager’s been made. I’ll keep going
until one of us passes out.”
When Grix returned with the next round, Taroch snatched his
goblet and drained it as quickly as he could. He was definitely
starting to feel it now, but since it was a competition, things like
‘pacing himself’ or ‘staying hydrated’ were implicitly out of the
question.
“Grix, was it?” Lathai asked. “Tell me…how many of these has…
has…Taroch managed to drink at once in the past?”
“Four,” the barkeep replied. “Granted, there were several healers
present who managed tend to him right away, and enough people to
carry him to his room after.”
 Lathai hesitated as he brought the goblet to his lips. He closed his
eyes as he drank, and a few seconds later he set the empty goblet
back on the counter.
The next thing Taroch knew, he was on the floor, spread-eagled
on his back.

When Taroch regained consciousness, he was in his bed on the

second floor of the Red Goat. He was still clothed, and the door to
his room was closed tight. If the lack of light in the room was any
indication, it was night, or perhaps early in the morning. At least
twelve hours had passed.
The first thing he did, before sitting up, was conjure his status
window to see how many Hit Points he had left.

Hit Points 425/500

The number remained steady, indicating that he wasn’t in any

immediate danger. He didn’t have a hangover, a headache, or any
other pain. Normally, if he drank more than one alchemist’s friend at
a time, he woke up with the stomach ache to end all stomach aches
as his insides fought to repair themselves. Nonetheless, he had
taken damage from something.
Just as he was about to ponder the possibilities, someone knocked
on the door.
He jolted upright, his heart skipping a beat.
 “Taroch, are you in there?” a familiar voice asked. Jorav, a human,
and one of the local guards. “I’d like to speak with you.”
“I’m here,” he replied as he climbed out of bed. “Did something
happen?”
“Yes,” she replied flatly. “Please come downstairs to the common
room.”
Something was wrong.
Taroch crossed his room and opened the door. By the time he
caught a glimpse of the hallway, Jorav was already descending the
stairs. He followed her to the common room, his eyes falling on his
usual spot at the bar. A faerie woman with snow-white hair was
seated on the adjacent stool. If her outfit was any indication, she
wasn’t a local. They made eye contact, but he couldn’t read the
expression on her face.
What had he done this time? His heart rate started to climb. Based
on his past experiences, there were several possibilities, and he liked
none of them.
A gnome dressed in simple blue robes was standing in the middle
of the common room, his arms folded. Taroch recognized the
uniform of the city’s augurs—mages who used scrying magic to
assist the city guard in catching criminals. He held out a hand, and a
circle of golden light appeared on the floor beneath the ogre’s feet.
He was being interrogated for something.
“Jorav, can you tell me what happened already?”
She looked at him for a moment and sighed.
“Grix said you probably wouldn’t remember a thing. Look…do you
remember a faerie named Lathai? You had a drinking competition
with him yesterday.”
Taroch wracked his brain, but try as he might, he could barely
remember meeting anyone new recently. His stomach clenched. He
certainly couldn’t remember taking part in any drinking competitions
recently, but that was par for the course.
“No, I don’t remember.” he said. Looking down, he noticed that
the circle remained the same golden colour. If he spoke any
falsehood, it would turn red. “I’m guessing he’s either missing, dead,
or both?”
“You both collapsed around the same time after drinking…
whatever that infernal concoction is that Grix serves here. He didn’t
get back up.”
A breath caught in Taroch’s throat. For the majority of people who
don’t have the wealth to afford resurrection magic, death was
permanent. If he claimed that he didn’t kill the man, the spell would
know whether or not he was lying, even if he didn’t remember doing
the deed. Time seemed to slow down as he considered his options.
Beads of sweat trickled down his brow until they caught in his beard.
“I didn’t kill him.”
The light beneath his feet remained golden. A few seconds passed
before it faded away entirely.
“Is that it, then?” the faerie asked. “He’s cleared?”
“Yes,” the augur replied. “We don’t have any other suspects, so
we’re back to square one. Unless you have any other leads?”
She bit her lip and hissed quietly.
“Your name is Taroch, yes?” she asked.
It took him a few seconds for him to comprehend the question.
 “It is,” he replied, almost choking on the words before stopping to
clear his throat. It helped him regain his composure, if only a little.
“I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met. Are you helping with the
investigation?”
She stood up and dusted herself off.
“They told me that you were three sheets to the wind after your
little drinking competition, so you probably don’t remember meeting
Lathai to begin with…but he was a dear friend of mine. We came to
Ormz to participate in the Silverclaw Open. Now I don’t have a
partner, so they’re likely to disqualify me.”
"I'm sorry for your loss, truly…but I don't know how I'll be of any
help. I'm terribly out of practice, and on top of that…I broke my
Paladin oath a few weeks ago. Kemdos isn't even answering my
prayers anymore."
“That doesn’t matter; you’re still better than nobody at all.” She
conjured a Class Stone in her hand and held it up to the light. It was
a dull amber colour, and it bore a carving of a hawk’s talons—the
symbol of a Ranger. “Besides, I could use a tank.”
Taroch took a deep breath and looked over at Jorav. When she
didn’t say anything, he sauntered over to his usual seat, right next
to the stranger.
“Before you assume that I’m going to help you, I think you ought
to know the story of what happened the last time I ran Silverclaw
Canyon. It might just convince you to find someone else for the job.”
“You can save it for later, because my mind is made up. I don’t
just need your help with the championship.” She looked him in the
eyes. “I spoke with the barkeep before you came down here, Taroch.
People drink that…concoction…all the time without dying. He doesn’t
know how it happened, but he’s as certain as I am that someone
spiked your drinks yesterday. I want to find them and bring them to
justice.”
Taroch fiddled with the ring on his finger. The emerald gleamed in
the candlelight, but his hands were trembling. He closed his eyes.
“You’re right; his murderer's still out there…that's something I
can't ignore. If not for my actions, he might not have died in the first
place. I wish I remembered anything about meeting the man.”
The promise of gold wasn't enough to lure him back to the
dungeon, but duty certainly was.
Propping her elbows up on the bar counter, the woman leaned
into her hands and smiled wistfully.
“Lathai was the life of the party wherever he went. To think I'll
never be able to hear his voice again. His songs…” Just as she
seemed ready to cry, she gulped, steeling herself. “It’s getting late…
and I must retire." She slowly rose from her seat. "My name's
Viessa. I'll be staying at the Drowning Shark, just down the street. If
it’s not too much trouble, I’d like for you to meet me at the
dungeon’s driving range for practice in three days' time, about two
hours after dawn. Sober, mind you.”
As she and the others left the inn, Taroch looked up at the ceiling.
“Kemdos, are you listening? It seems I’ll have to take up my
sword and shield again, much sooner than I expected.”
There was no answer.
Chapter Two
 Going For a Drive

THE ENTRANCE TO SILVERCLAW Canyon was located on the

northern edge of Ormz. It consisted of a pair of steel doors set in
the side of a large sandstone cliff. They stood twelve feet high, and
their entire surface was carved with heraldic beasts and little
filigrees.
When Taroch arrived, a pair of ogres were in the middle of pulling
the doors open. A handful of people watched and waited, clutching
various weapons and sporting equipment. He was the only one
carrying a set of clubs, and the only one who was otherwise
unarmed.
Though it was not long after dawn, the sun had already begun its
onslaught. Taroch regretted donning his armour ahead of time,
rather than just carrying it with him. It was a set of battered old
plate that he'd bought second-hand a few years ago, lacking only a
helmet. He wore a brigandine in place of a cuirass, as he couldn’t
find one large enough for his belly.
 He paid the onlookers no mind as he strode through the gate.
Inside was a cube-shaped room about one hundred feet to a side,
with a floor of polished stone tiles and walls lined with swirling
portals of every colour.
It didn’t take long for him to find Viessa among the sparse crowd.
She wore a suit of armour made from the hide of some beast, with a
bag of clubs and a blunderbuss strapped to her back, and an axe on
her belt. At her side was a tawny-furred boar, sporting a collar with a
little name tag. The beast was currently sniffing at the ground.
As soon as Viessa saw him, she waved.
Taroch approached them hesitantly. The boar looked up at him for
a moment and gave a curious grunt. Once he was within reach,
Viessa dashed up to him and made a display of sniffing his breath.
He scowled.
“I haven’t drank since our last meeting, Viessa.”
“Good. I’m glad you brought your armour, by the way. Might as
well practice your drive in the same armour you’ll be wearing to the
tournament. Is any of it magical?”
“No, the only magic item I own is a ring of acid resistance.
Random drop from my last dungeon run.”
Viessa nodded.
"If any heavy armour drops, it's yours. Let’s get going. Come on,
Thistle.”
She ambled off towards one of the portals, the boar marching
obediently in her wake. It was a maelstrom of cyan light with a sign
dangling from the ceiling above. One after another, they vanished
into the ether.
 When Taroch followed, a familiar sensation of vertigo overcame
him. The world melted away until he stood in an endless void. Bit by
bit, the driving range formed around him. It was an expanse of
sandstone desert beneath a false sky, stretching out toward the
horizon. A status window appeared before him, unbidden.

Silverclaw Canyon Driving Range

Length: 1,250 yards
Record Drive: 645 yards
Record Holder: Huxley McTavish

To his surprise, there were already half a dozen people at the

tees. Each station had its own bucket of balls placed to one side.
Viessa claimed a spot far away from the other golfers and
beckoned for him to follow. After setting a ball on the tee, she
reached absentmindedly for her driver and pulled it from the bag. It
was short for a wood, more suited for her smaller frame, and made
from bone.
“Tell me, Taroch, how far is your best drive?” she asked as she
made a few practice swings.
“My best, not my average? Three hundred and twenty-one yards, I
think.”
“That’s pretty good. Better than my record, for sure. Have you
been investing your points into Strength?”
“Yes. Strength and Willpower. But I bet you’re much better with a
putter than I am; I can’t putt worth a damn.”
 His Paladin abilities made use of Strength and Willpower in equal
measure, but allowed him to neglect the other three stats. His ring
required a minimum Strength of sixteen to wear—for anyone with
less, it would be physically impossible for them to place it on one of
their fingers.
"If I may be so bold, what drew you to golf in the first place,
Taroch? Surely you'd do well as a lineman on a gridiron team.
Paladins are always in demand for cavalrugby or mimicball, too."
"Gridiron just isn't that popular here. Sure, we have the Ormz
Scorpions, but I don't think anyone pays that much attention to
them. As for the others, my steed refuses to be involved in
cavalrugby—sees it as beneath him." He clenched his teeth and
grimaced. "Mimicball…I'd just rather not."
"Hmm…that's fair. Personally, I had trouble finding work after the
armistice. I just wanted to find something that I was good at, and
golf ended up being the best fit. I'm sorry for the questions, by the
way. There's just so much on my mind right now."
Viessa proceeded to hit her first drive. Once the ball landed, she
paused for a moment to read a status window that wasn’t visible to
Taroch.
“Two hundred and forty-five yards,” she said as she stretched her
arms above her head. “Rookie numbers. I need to shake the
cobwebs off.” As her arms fell to her sides, she shot Taroch a look,
as if he had spontaneously grown a few extra heads. “Well, what are
you waiting for? Hit a few drives!”
Taroch set his bag down and drew his driver from it. Compared to
Viessa’s, it had a much longer haft. His clubs were all made from the
same cheap steel, making them heavier than the average—not that
he noticed.
He claimed the spot next to hers, but before he even took a ball
from the bucket, he made a few practice swings. The club felt a bit
strange in his hands now, so he adjusted his grip from swing to
swing, waiting for muscle memory to take over.
Something brushed up against his leg, breaking his concentration.
He looked down and saw Viessa’s boar sniffing at his feet, making
curious little grunts and occasionally stopping to nibble at the green.
“Hey!” Taroch shouted. “Go on, get! Viessa, can you control your
pig? I can’t hit a ball like this!”
She dropped her club and dashed over to Thistle, kneeling down
and running her fingers through the crest of fur going down the
beast’s back.
“Come on, Thistlykins,” she said in a cutesy voice, “you need to
leave him alone. Come here.”
As she led the boar away, Taroch resumed his practice swings.
After a few more, he paused to take a breather.
“Okay, that should do it,” he whispered under his breath. "I
suppose it's my turn to ask you some questions. What draws you to
the tournament in the first place? Is it just the prize money?"
"Yes and no. Like I said, I had trouble finding work, but to me it's
more about finding something to do with my life." She hit another
drive. "I was born a little to late to be a hero, but just in time to
become a celebrity athlete. How joyous."
"That's something I can definitely empathize with." With a heavy
sigh, Taroch grabbed a ball from the bucket and placed it on the tee.
“Moment of truth. Let’s see if I’ve still got it.”
He took his stance and swung. The ball soared straight ahead,
diving into the horizon. A few seconds passed before a status
window appeared in front of him—it was his indication that the ball
had landed and come to a stop.

Drive distance: 278 yards

“Damn it!” he spat. “Need more practice.”

The armour that he wore limited his range of movement slightly
due to its poor fit, and that impacted his swing. He watched as a
gryphon spawned in the sky. It dove down to pick up his ball in its
talons like a prey animal before flying off toward the next one.
“What did you get?” Viessa asked.
“Two hundred and seventy-eight yards.”
“That’s pretty good. The farthest I’ve managed to hit it so far is
two hundred and fifty-seven. I’m seeing if I can reach at least two
seventy-five before I run out.”
Taroch glanced at the bucket of balls that she was drawing from.
It was three quarters full now, at most.
“I’ll see if I can hit three hundred, then.”
Viessa looked as though she was about to say something, but she
turned away from him instead.
They both continued to practice their drives until their buckets
were empty; Taroch’s longest drive was two hundred and ninety-
seven yards, much to his consternation. The sky in the driving range
didn’t display the passage of time; it was kept in a state of
permanent noon, so he had no way of knowing how long it had been
since they arrived.
By the time he was finished, a few of the other golfers had already
left. He returned his driver to his bag and slung it over his shoulder
once more.
“That’s the one thing I hate about the dungeons,” Viessa said as
she packed up her clubs. “It never gets dark. I know it’s for peoples’
safety, but I still find it creepy. Did you end up hitting any three-
hundreds?”
Taroch shook his head.
“A few were close, but no. How about you?”
“I managed to hit two seventy-five once. When I level up next, I
think I’m going to put at least one point into Strength.”
“Sounds like a good idea if you want to improve your drives.”
“Well, there’s actually this weapon at the pro shop here that I’ve
been looking at. It’s in my price range, but I don’t meet the Strength
requirements.”
“I haven’t even thought about buying any new equipment for the
championship. Don’t have the coin.”
Viessa shot him a concerned look.
“We might need to get you some new equipment. Some
serviceable armour, at least.”
Taroch adjusted his brigandine.
“You sure? A couple of the plates might be missing, but this
thing’s still going to keep me safe. Besides, I can’t afford to
commission any of the local blacksmiths, and I don’t think they’d
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Job, 87, 108, 153.

Joel, 80.

Jonah, 81, 409.

Jonathan, 205.

Jordan, 62, 209.

Josephus, 267.

Joshua, 62, 391.

Josiah, 208, 391.

Jotham, 64.

Judith, 130.

Kislev, 362, 363, 409.

Ktesias, 214.

Kuzari. See Cuzari.

Laban, 199.

Lemuel, 98.

Levi b. Gershon, 270.

Lipmann Mühlhausen, 226.

Maccabees, 131, 409.

Maher-shalal-chash-baz, 68.

Malachi, 86, 133, 157.

Manasseh, 208.

Micah, 82.
Miriam, 422.

Mizpah, 423.

Mohammed, 219, 225 sqq.

Mohammedans, 205.

Mordecai, 116, 411.

Moses, 60, 87, 91, 135, 179, 225, 345, 401, 421.

Moses Isserles, 242.

Moses Maimonides, 3, 14, 139, 164, 172, 174, 178, 197, 231, 240 sq., 417, 483.

Moses Mendelssohn, 16, 35.

Nahum, 83.

Narboni, 201.

Nathan, 62, 65.

Nebuchadnezzar, 65, 114, 117 sqq., 126.

Nehemiah, 87, 125, 170.

Nineveh, 81.

Ninevites, 81, 193.

Nisan, 362, 363, 371, 372.

Noah, 48.

Obadiah, 81.

Onkelos, 204.

Palestine, 161, 194.

Pekah, 68. [533]

Pharaoh, 372.

Pharisees, 170.

Philo, 267.

Plessner, S., 3.

Ptolemy, 178.

Rabboth, 137.

Rezin, 68.

Ruth, 87, 113, 394.

Saadiah, 3, 9, 171, 177, 192, 218, 231, 403, 434.

Sadducees, 170, 393.

Samaritans, 170, 205.

Samson, 53.

Samuel, 62, 64, 207, 405.

Samuel of Jamnia, 431.

Samuel of Nehardea, 311.

Saul, 64, 370.

Schmiedl, 46.

Semites, 48.

Sennacherib, 66, 391.

Shear-yashub, 68.

Shebhat, 362, 363.

Shem-tob ibn Palqera, 13.

Shiloh, 423.

Shimeon ben Shetach, 423.

Simlai, Rabbi, 238.

Sivan, 362, 363, 393, 401.

Solomon, 65, 66, 91, 207, 400, 401.

Solomon ibn Gebirol, 11.

Spinoza, 26, 211.

Tammuz, 363, 401, 412.

Tebeth, 362, 363, 412.

Tishri, 362, 363, 395, 401 sq.

Tur, 241, 337.

Uzziah, 67.

Yalkut, 137.

Yitschaki, 210.

Zerubbabel, 170, 231.

Zunz, 449, 496. [534]

[Contents]
‫‪INDEX OF HEBREW TERMS.‬‬
‫בל ‪‎491‬‬

‫בל מן החי ‪‎58, 459‬‬

‫ד״ו ‪‎367‬‬

‫הבה רבה ‪‎436‬‬

‫הבת עולם ‪‎436‬‬

‫וננים ‪‎491‬‬

‫וריתא דאו׳ מדאו׳ ‪‎57, 138‬‬

‫ות ‪‎68‬‬

‫חרית הימים ‪‎213‬‬

‫ירוסין ‪‎484‬‬

‫ל תקרי ‪‎204‬‬

‫מונה ‪‎170, 8‬‬

‫מונה אחרונה ‪‎171‬‬

‫מ״ת ‪‎112‬‬

‫נ״ך ‪‎57‬‬

‫נשי כנ״הג ‪‎430‬‬

‫סור בהנאה ‪‎377, 458‬‬

‫סרו חג ‪‎341‬‬

‫רבע כוסות ‪‎379‬‬

‫רבע כנפות ‪‎329‬‬

‫רבע פרשיות ‪‎369, 332‬‬

‫רבעה מינים ‪‎396‬‬

‫רון הקדש ‪‎424‬‬

‫שם ‪‎415‬‬

‫שמנו ‪‎407‬‬
 ‫תרוג ‪‎396‬‬

‫דיקת החמץ ‪‎377‬‬

‫ה׳רד ‪‎367‬‬

‫ימה ‪‎424‬‬

‫ית הכנסת ‪‎423‬‬

‫ית המדרש ‪‎348, 469‬‬

‫על ברית ‪‎478‬‬

‫קור הולים ‪‎302, 490‬‬

‫ר מצוה ‪‎347, 481‬‬

‫ראשית ‪‎58, 346‬‬

‫‏שבת בר׳ ‪‎346‬‬
‫‏חתן בר׳ ‪‎347, 399‬‬

‫רית ‪‎477‬‏ב׳ מילה ‪‎336‬‬

‫רכות ‪‎430, 442‬‬

‫׳ השחר ‪‎439‬‬

‫רכת המזון ‪‎443‬‬

‫׳ יוצר ‪‎170‬‏ב׳ לבנה ‪‎476‬‬

‫׳ המינין ‪‎431‬‬

‫׳ המזון ‪‎442‬‬

‫שר בחלב ‪‎465‬‬

‫אים ‪‎88‬‬

‫י ‪‎313‬‏גוים ‪‎88‬‬

‫זרות ‪‎351, 139‬‬

‫ט ‪‎487‬‬

‫ד הנשה ‪‎58, 461‬‬

‫הנום ‪‎223‬‬

‫מלות חסד ‪‎301, 302, 495‬‬

‫מר חתימה טובה ‪‎398‬‬

‫עדן ‪‎223‬‬
 ‫שם ‪‎392, 398, 452‬‬

‫חיות ‪‎367‬‬

‫ינא דמלכותא ‪‎311, 488‬‬

‫בדלה ‪‎340, 343‬‬

‫ביננו ‪‎439‬‬

‫דסים ‪]‎396 [535‬‬

‫ושענא רבא ‪‎367, 397‬‬

‫טוב והמטיב ‪‎443‬‬

‫יכל ‪‎424‬‬

‫כנסת אורחים ‪‎470, 475‬‬

‫לוית המת ‪‎492‬‬

‫לכה למשה מסיני ‪‎136, 138‬‬

‫לל ‪‎96, 410, 476‬‏ה׳ הגדול ‪‎96‬‬

‫ספד ‪‎494‬‬

‫פטרה ‪‎345, 347, 442‬‬

‫שכיבנו ‪‎437‬‬

‫דוי ‪‎401, 407, 409‬‬

‫דים ‪‎88‬‬

‫כור‪‎340, 370, sqq.‎‬‬

‫כר ליציאת מצרים ‪‎270‬‬

‫כר לחרבן ‪‎468‬‬

‫כרונות ‪‎404‬‬

‫מון ‪444‬‬

‫מירות ‪‎439, 354‬‬

‫בוב מצוה ‪‎344, 474‬‬

‫ברא קדישא ‪‎492, 302‬‬

‫ברת בקור חולים ‪‎490‬‬

‫גיגה ‪‎381‬‬
 ‫דש ‪‎361, 364‬‬

‫דש ‪‎457‬‬

‫דוש העולם ‪‎177‬‬

‫ובה ‪‎420‬‬

‫ול המועד ‪‎346, 397‬‬

‫ומש ‪‎57‬‬

‫ופה ‪‎485‬‬

‫טאת ‪‎415‬‬

‫לה ‪‎357, 475‬‬

‫לול השם ‪‎253, 290, 297‬‬

‫ליצה ‪‎488‬‬

‫מץ‪‎ 73 sqq.‎‬‬
‫‪3‬‬
‫‏בדיקת ח׳ ‪‎377‬‬
‫‏ביעור ח׳ ‪‎378‬‬

‫נוך ‪‎480‬‬

‫נוכה ‪‎409‬‬

‫ני המעגל ‪‎423‬‬

‫סיד ‪‎274‬‬

‫קות הגוים ‪‎428‬‬

‫רוסת ‪‎381‬‬

‫רטה ‪‎407‬‬

‫תן תורה ‪‎347, 399‬‬

‫‏ח׳ בראשית ‪‎347, 399‬‬

‫הרה ‪‎496‬‬

‫הרות ‪‎138‬‬

‫ל ‪‎391, 452‬‬

‫לית ‪‎329‬‬

‫עמי א׳מ׳ת ‪‎112‬‬

‫בום ‪‎488‬‬
 ‫גדל ‪‎148‬‬

‫דיעת החטא ‪‎406‬‬

‫הרג ואל יעבור ‪‎236‬‬

‫ם טוב ‪‎ 58‬‬
‫‪3‬‬
‫‏י׳ טוב שני ‪‎366‬‬

‫מי הגבלה ‪‎394‬‬

‫מים נוראים ‪‎400‬‬

‫הדין י׳ הזכרון ‪‎403‬‬

‫כפור ‪‎400, 405‬‬

‫‏י׳ כ׳ קטן ‪‎413, 476‬‬

‫תרועה ‪‎403‬‬

‫צא מכלל ישראל ‪‎173‬‬

‫צר אור ‪‎170, 437‬‬

‫חוד הבורא ‪‎286‬‬

‫ן נסך ‪‎466‬‬

‫קרא דשכבי י׳ דחיי ‪‎494‬‬

‫ראי ה׳ ‪‎70‬‬

‫הן ‪‎347‬‬

‫וס של אליהו ‪‎380‬‬

‫וסות ד׳ ‪‎379‬‬

‫ופר ‪‎170, 173‬‬

‫ל נדרי ‪‎408‬‬

‫פור ‪‎400‬‬

‫סדר ‪‎367‬‬

‫רפס ‪‎381‬‬

‫תבי קדש ‪‎56‬‬

‫תובה ‪‎483‬‬

‫״ג בעומר ‪]‎392 [536‬‬

‫וח ‪‎360‬‬
 ‫וי ‪‎347‬‬

‫ולב ‪‎396‬‬

‫חם משנה ‪‎356‬‬

‫חם עני ‪‎380‬‬

‫שון הרע ‪‎298‬‬

‫‏אבק ל׳ ה׳ ‪‎298‬‬

‫שנה טובה ‪‎402‬‬

‫גלות ה׳ ‪‎87‬‬

‫גלט אסתר ‪‎411‬‬

‫גן דוד ‪‎427‬‬

‫ולד ‪‎364‬‬
‫‏מו׳ זקן ‪‎367‬‬

‫וסף ‪‎345, 408‬‬

‫וסר ‪‎324‬‬

‫וצאי שבת ‪‎341‬‬

‫‏מו׳ יום טוב ‪‎341‬‬

‫וציא ‪‎385‬‬

‫זוזה ‪‎335‬‬

‫זל טוב ‪‎486‬‬

‫זמורים ‪‎439‬‬

‫חזור ‪‎363, 391‬‬

‫י שברך ‪‎358, 486‬‬

‫ים אחרונים ‪‎443‬‬

‫לכיות ‪‎403‬‬

‫לפין ‪‎190‬‬

‫מחרת השבת ‪‎393‬‬

‫נהג ‪‎139, 141, 420‬‬

‫נחה ‪‎361, 408, 414‬‬

‫נין ‪‎441‬‬
 ‫עין ג׳ ‪‎444‬‬

‫ין ש׳‪ ,‬ש״ע ‪‎439‬‬

‫עמדות ‪‎433‬‬

‫עריב ‪‎361, 408‬‬

‫עשה מרכבה ‪‎75‬‬

‫פטיר ‪‎347‬‬

‫צבה ‪‎495‬‬

‫צה ‪‎ 76‬‬
‫‪3‬‬
‫‏מ׳ שמורה ‪‎381‬‬

‫צוה ‪‎ 81, 420‬‬

‫‪3‬‬
‫‏בר מ׳ ‪‎347, 481‬‬

‫צות עשה ‪‎ 40‬‬

‫‪2‬‬
‫‏מ׳ לא תעשה ‪‎240‬‬
‫‏שיש בה קום עשה ‪‎240‬‬
‫‏שאין בה קום עשה ‪‎240‬‬
‫‏מ׳ שמעיות‪ ,‬מ׳ שכליות ‪‎240‬‬

‫קום ‪‎287‬‬

‫קרא ‪‎57‬‬

‫רור ‪‎386‬‬

‫שא ‪‎191‬‬

‫שלוח מנות ‪‎411‬‬

‫שנה תורה ‪‎57‬‬

‫ת מצוה ‪‎493‬‬

‫תנות לאביונים ‪‎411‬‬

‫דוניא ‪‎483‬‬

‫דחה ‪‎355‬‬

‫חמתא‪ ,‬ז׳ דנח׳ ‪‎348‬‬

‫כרי ‪‎297, 313‬‬

‫סך ‪‎415, 466‬‬

‫עילה ‪‎408‬‬

‫ר תמיד ‪‎410, 426‬‬

 ‫שים צדקניות ‪‎471‬‬

‫שמה יתרה ‪‎343‬‬

‫ברי ‪‎341‬‬

‫יג ‪‎139‬‬

‫ימן טוב ‪‎382, 476‬‬

‫ימני עוף ‪‎465‬‬

‫וכה ‪‎395‬‬

‫ליחות ‪.‎400 sq‬‬

‫עודת מצוה ‪‎478, 482, 486‬‬

‫׳ דגים ‪‎487‬‬

‫׳ הבראה ‪‎493‬‬

‫׳ פורים ‪‎ 11‬‬
‫‪4‬‬
‫‏שלש סע׳ ‪‎355‬‬

‫פירת העומר ‪‎389‬‬

‫פירה‪ ,‬ימי הס׳ ‪‎392‬‬

‫פר תורה ‪‎425‬‬

‫‏ספרי חכמה ‪‎ 6‬‬
‫‪9‬‬
‫‏ס׳ קדש ‪]‎56 [537‬‬

‫פריא ‪‎190‬‬

‫בודה ‪‎413‬‬

‫בר הירדן ‪‎209‬‬

‫ולה ‪‎415‬‬

‫ולם‪ ,‬העו׳ הזה ‪‎489‬‬

‫‏העו׳ הבא ‪‎ 22, 489‬‬
‫‪2‬‬
‫‏מן העו׳ ועד העו׳ ‪‎170‬‬

‫ומר ‪‎389‬‏ספירת העו׳ ‪‎389‬‬

‫זיבת החטא ‪‎407‬‬

‫זרת נשים ע׳ אנשים ‪‎426‬‬

‫טור סופרים ‪‎203‬‬

‫יון תפלה ‪‎188, 283‬‬

 ‫כ״ום ‪‎313‬‬

‫ל׳—ל׳ ‪‎330‬‬

‫ל חטא‪ ,‬על חטאים ‪‎407‬‬

‫ל הנסים ‪‎410‬‬

‫נוים ‪‎70, 88‬‬

‫קדה ‪‎401, 405‬‬

‫קרים ‪‎173‬‬

‫רב שבת ‪‎ 41, 475‬‬

‫‪3‬‬
‫‏ע׳ יום טוב ‪‎341, 475‬‬
‫‏ע׳ יומ כפור ‪‎406‬‬
‫‏ע׳ פסח ‪‎372‬‬

‫רבות ‪‎396‬‬

‫רוב ‪‎353‬‏ע׳ חצרות ‪‎353‬‬

‫‏ע׳ תבשילין ‪‎352‬‬
‫‏ע׳ תחומין ‪‎350‬‬

‫שרת הדברות ‪‎247‬‬

‫‏ע׳ ימי התשובה ‪‎402‬‬

‫תיד לבוא ‪‎217‬‬

‫דיון הבן ‪‎479‬‬

‫ורים ‪‎409, 411‬‬

‫זמון ‪‎401‬‬

‫סוקי דזמרא ‪‎96, 439‬‬

‫סח‪‎ 72 sqq.‎‬‬
‫‪3‬‬
‫‏ערב פ׳ ‪‎372‬‬
‫‏פ׳ שני ‪‎375‬‬

‫רענותא ‪‎348‬‬

‫רה ‪‎370‬‬

‫רנסה ‪‎185‬‬

‫רשיות ‪,‬ד׳ ‪‎332, 369‬‬

‫תיחה ‪‎401‬‬

‫את הכוכבים ‪‎361‬‬

 ‫בור ‪423‬‬
‫‏צרכי צ׳ ‪‎423‬‬

‫דוק הדין ‪‎493‬‬

‫רקה ‪‎301‬‬

‫יצת ‪‎329‬‬

‫ניעות ‪‎427, 472‬‬

‫בלה‪ ,‬דברי ק׳ ‪‎141‬‬

‫‏קבלת עול מלכות שמים ‪‎234, 467‬‬
‫‏ק׳ ע׳ מצות ‪‎234‬‬
‫‏ק׳ שבת ‪‎96‬‬

‫בע ‪‎422‬‬

‫דוש ‪‎340‬‬

‫דוש השם ‪‎250, 289‬‬

‫דושה ‪‎442‬‏ק׳ דיוצר ‪‎447‬‬

‫‏ק׳ דסדרא ‪‎448‬‬

‫דיש ‪‎441‬‬
‫‏חצי ק׳׃ ק׳ שלם׃ ק׳ דרבנן ‪441‬‬

‫דושין ‪‎484‬‬

‫ינות ‪‎413‬‬

‫נם ‪‎484‬‬

‫רא ‪‎57‬‬

‫רבן ‪‎414‬‬

‫רי וכתיב ‪‎203‬‬

‫ריאת שמע ‪‎430, 436‬‬

‫‏קרואת ש׳ שעל המטה ‪‎440‬‬
‫‏ק׳ התורה ‪‎345, 442‬‬

‫ריעה ‪491‬‬

‫אש השנה‪‎400, 402 sqq.‎‬‬

‫בנן‪ ,‬מדרב׳ ‪‎138, 141‬‬

‫וח הקדש ‪‎200‬‬

‫חמים ותחנונים ‪‎422‬‬

 ‫צועה ‪‎333‬‬

‫שות ‪‎420, 448‬‬

‫‏ר׳ היחיד׃ ר׳ הרבים ‪]‎353 [538‬‬

‫שאלות ותשובות ‪‎242‬‬

‫שבע ברכות ‪‎486‬‬

‫שבעות ‪‎393‬‬

‫שבת ‪‎254, 339, 361‬‬

‫‏מוצאי ש׳ ‪‎ 41, 361‬‬
‫‪3‬‬
‫‏ערב ש׳ ‪‎361‬‬
‫‏תחום ש׳ ‪‎350‬‬
‫‏ש׳ בראשית ‪‎346‬‬
‫‏ש׳ הגדול ‪‎371‬‬
‫‏ש׳ זכור ‪‎370‬‬
‫‏ש׳ החדש ‪‎371‬‬
‫‏ש׳ חול המועד ‪‎391‬‬
‫‏ש׳ חזון ‪‎413‬‬
‫‏ש׳ נחמו ‪‎413‬‬
‫‏ש׳ פרה ‪‎370‬‬
‫‏ש׳ שובה ‪‎405‬‬
‫‏ש׳ שקלים ‪‎369‬‬

‫שורה ‪‎493‬‬

‫שושן פורים ‪‎412‬‬

‫שחרית ‪‎361, 408‬‬

‫שיר של יום ‪‎96, 439‬‬

‫שכליות ‪‎240‬‬

‫שלחן ערוך ‪‎139‬‬

‫שלמה ‪‎367‬‬

‫שלמים ‪‎415‬‬

‫שלש ברכות ‪‎ 43‬‬

‫‪4‬‬
‫‏ש׳ רגלים ‪‎369‬‬

‫שלשים ‪‎494‬‬

‫שלשת ימי הגבלה ‪‎394‬‬

‫שמונה עשרה ‪‎430‬‬

‫שמחת תורה ‪‎346, 398‬‬

‫שמטה ‪‎367‬‬
 ‫שמיני עצרת ‪‎398‬‬

‫שמעיות ‪‎240‬‬

‫שני חמשי וש׳ ‪‎413, 473‬‬

‫ש״מ ‪‎138‬‬

‫שפע ‪‎201‬‬

‫שופר‪ ,‬שופרות ‪‎403, 404‬‬

‫שקלים ‪‎369‬‬

‫שרשים ‪‎173‬‬

‫תודה ‪‎415‬‬

‫תוספת כתובה ‪‎483‬‬

‫תורה ‪‎57‬‬
‫‏ת׳ שבכתב ‪‎ 36‬‬
‫‪1‬‬
‫‏ת׳ שבעל פה ‪‎136‬‬

‫תחום שבת ‪‎350‬‬

‫תחנה ‪‎401‬‬

‫תחנונים ‪‎401, 440‬‬

‫תחנות ‪‎420, 473‬‬

‫תכלת ‪‎331‬‬

‫תלמוד תורה ‪‎285, 326‬‬

‫תלמידי חכמים ‪‎317‬‬

‫תנאים ‪‎484‬‬

‫ת׳נ׳ך ‪‎56‬‬

‫תפלה ‪‎ 18, 422‬‬

‫‪4‬‬
‫‏ת׳ בלחש ‪‎447‬‬
‫‏ת׳ בצבור ‪‎440, 420‬‬
‫‏תפלת יחיד ‪‎30‬‬

‫תפלין ‪‎ 31‬‬
‫‪3‬‬
‫‏ת׳ של יד ‪‎333‬‬
‫‏ת׳ של ראש ‪‎333‬‬

‫תקון לליל הושענא ר׳ ‪‎394, 398‬‬

‫‏ת׳ לל׳ שבועות ‪‎394‬‬
 ‫תקון סופרים ‪‎203‬‬

‫תקנות ‪‎139, 141, 242‬‬

‫תרועה ‪‎403‬‬

‫תרי״ג ‪‎240‬‬

‫תרי עשר ‪‎78‬‬

‫תשובה ‪‎406‬‬
‫‏עשרת ימי ת׳ ‪]‎402 [539‬‬

‫]‪[Contents‬‬
 ERRATA.
INSTEAD OF READ
page 69 line 20 “in immediate” in the immediate
,, 83 ,, 30 “erroneous opinion” groundless doubt
,, 97 ,, 14 “xxv.” 23 to
,, 138 ,, 3 ‫‏אגדא‬‎ ‫‏אגדה‬‎
,, 169 ,, 12 “twice” thrice
,, 205 ,, 30 “cursings” cursing
,, 251 ,, 12 “imply” apply
,, 286 ,, 14 “ever” ever (Is. lix., 21)
,, 346 ,, 12 “in each of the” in the
,, 356 ,, last “substitute” substitute (page 341, note 2)
,, 367 ,, 9 “1st” molad
,, 402 ,, 8 “during the penitential days” this custom is not practiced
,, 422 ,, 19 “judged that” judged whether
,, 443 ,, last ‫‏ברוד‬‎ ‫‏ברוך‬‎
,, 446 ,, 12 “is” in
,, 447 ,, 32 “mappah” (mappah) for the Sepher
,, 484 ,, 16 “concluded” followed
,, 491 ,, 8 “visiting of” visiting
,, 515 ,, 14 “393” 393; the Scholars 392
,, 515 ,, 17 “400; the Scholars, 392” 400
,, 527 ,, 14 ‫‏על״ל‬‎ ‫‏על׳—ל׳‬‎

Page 329, note 2.—Doubt has been expressed as to the rule in the case of Mezuzah.
The rule certainly does apply. We must bear in mind that the form of the blessings is
determined by the general circumstances of the Mitsvah, and not by the exceptional
conditions. As a rule the owner of the house, or a member of his household fixes
[540]the Mezuzah, whilst in the case of shofarl, milah, and the like the Mitsvah is as
a rule performed by a substitute.

Page 300, note 4.—This note refers to the cases of a Jew being compelled by the
laws of the State to do on Sabbath what the Divine Law forbids. The remark applies
also to those who, in seeking a living, yield to the force of the circumstances, and
break the Sabbath laws. Every possible opportunity should he seized to remind them
of the existence of Sabbath and to inspire them with a desire to keep the Fourth
Commandment. Care should, however, be taken that the means employed for this
purpose should not cause the Sabbath to be utterly ignored, and Judaism utterly
forgotten. Such would, e.g., be the result if Jewish congregations were to institute
special Sunday services for those who are unwilling to attend the Synagogue on
Sabbath, or to join their brethren in the ordinary morning or evening Services.

Page 411.—In the Portuguese Synagogues no Haphtarah is read on Fast-days during

the Minchah service, except on the 9th of Ab, when Hosea xiv, 2–10, and Micah vii,
18–20 is read.

Page 441.—In the Portuguese rite the prayer “alenu” is preceded and not followed by
a “Kaddish of the Orphans.”