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Who sent the heat that fell upon my husband’s head and killed him in the harvest field three years ago
And what will they eat the children of a city under seige by a general whose cup overflows
I fasted for three days then I arose and dressed myself in crimson silk and necklaces and bracelets of gold
Towards the city gates I walked alone thru empty streets and I could feel a thousand eyes watching me go
They said our city was lost, lost and it was true that we were surrounded they said our only hope lay with God
But I didn’t pray I brushed my hair with oil of myrrh and smiled at the general while he drank his wine
I wondered as I watched him did he have a wife at home and would she grieve for her husband as I grieved for mine
Judith: beautiful young widow, brilliant military strategist.
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