Then of a sudden we grew silent, both of us.
A cloud floated over the face of the moon, leaving the world in darkness.

It passed, and I became aware that we were no longer alone.
There in front of us was a mat, and on the mat lay a dead child, the royal child named Seti; there by the mat stood a woman with agony in her eyes, looking at the dead child, the Hebrew woman named Moon of Israel.
Seti touched me, and pointed to her, and I pointed to the child.

We stood breathless.

Then of a sudden, stooping down, Merapi lifted up the child and held it towards its father.

But, lo! now no longer was it dead; nay, it laughed and laughed, and seeing him, seemed to throw its arms about his neck, and to kiss him on the lips.