" Day after day Moses went to Zuriel, soaking up the stories of his ancestors. Zuriel’s body was frail, but his mind was still alert, and he remembered the stories in great detail. His old eyes were faded, but they glowed as he spoke of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob. Moses sat still as a stone, listening intently as Zuriel spoke of Jacob’s death. “He was not as good a man as his grandfather Abraham,” old Zuriel said, nodding his head constantly. “But he was a crafty fellow. He had twelve sons, and his twelve sons became the twelve tribes of Israel.” He looked over at Moses and smiled toothlessly. “We know you are of the tribe of Levi, one of those sons. "

― Gilbert Morris , By Way of the Wilderness (Lions of Judah #5)