called upon The Power of The Lords and the
woman's spell was broken. The keeper of records told the young man all
that had happened and all that the agent had learned.
22 "No wonder," moaned the young man, "she keeps me in her room all
day, and journeys out only at night, or, on cloudy days. There is
little doubt what she is, and there is only one thing that can be done."
23 He turned to his keeper of records. "I will not return home
tonight," he ordered. "Send a servant who does not know the truth and
tell her that I have been delayed, and will return in the morning. It
is fortunate my other mates have left me. They are a safe distance
away. I will stay here in The Temple and prepare. You will have the
servants follow my directions exactly."
24 The next day at high sun, the young man returned home. As he entered
the kitchen, the servants lifted pots of hot oil from the fireplace,
followed him to his new wife's door. The young man opened the door and
peeked in. As usual, the woman was sleeping.
25 He took one of the pots and poured the oil on the cushions all
around her, then, took the second pot and did the same. Then, telling
the servants to leave, he lit a glass lamp, entered the room, and
secured the door behind him. Going to the window he signaled those
outside.
26 Suddenly the thatched roofing began to fall away and sunlight began
to pour into the room. The woman stirred, opened her eyes, and looked
up. "What is happening, my beloved?” she asked. Her hand touched one of
the oil-soaked cushions. She saw the burning lamp in her mate's hand,
and her eyes opened wide, with horror. "What are you doing?" she
demanded.
27 The young master smiled. "You know what I am doing!" he insisted.
"It has come to an end! It should