When he and his companions had gone so far that they could not be followed, then I would tell Joshua and the Abati all the truth in such language as should never be forgotten for generations, and kill myself before their eyes, so that Joshua might lack a wife and the Abati a Child of Kings.
I sat through the Feast of Preparation and smiled and smiled.

It passed and the next day passed, and came the night of the Feast of Marriage.
The glass was broken, the ceremony was fulfilled.

Joshua rose up to pledge me before all the priests, lords, and headmen.

He devoured me with his hateful eyes, me, who was already his.

But I, I handled the knife in my robe, wishing, such was the rage in my heart, that I could kill him also.
Then God spoke, and the dream that I had dreamed came true.