Now that the other one was gone, Yitzchak could feel the place where the two souls had been chafing against each other. The burning of it was gone, in its place nothing but a soothing wholeness. Yitzchak braced her forearms on the altar and heaved herself to her feet. She took a moment to drink in the land sprawling below her and listen to the soft sounds of the wind and the birds. Then, she followed her father down the slopes of Mount Moriah.
