I woke in the garden and I saw blood on my apron where my child had been. The king was standing over me, blocking the sun. He was convinced that I had deliberately allowed my baby to be taken by wild beasts.
He walled me into a high tower. I have not seen the sun or the moon for many years. Today, the king’s men have come to lead me to a feast, for my son has come home and the culprit has been caught.
I have no wish for food. The gracious and merciful God who supported me in the tower will soon set me free.