Neutral Omens

Ellie blinked. "War and 'begetting'...that's certainly an interesting way of putting it." She smiled, more genuinely this time. "And several centuries out of date, but far more circumspect than the modern euphemisms. But you know they did get up to plenty of other things back then...preaching, for instance...oh, and drinking." She half-perched one shapely hip on the arm of one of the lobby armchairs. "And somebody had to have spent an inordinate amount of time composing all those volumes and volumes of impossibly dry, droning Hebrew law."