And so I became the agent of the destroyer. Faced with the utter contempt of my people and enraged by one abuse too many, I accepted the gift that he offered. I expected some bright heavenly display to mark my fall into his clutches, but I got none. What I did get was healed. The wounds that had been so cruelly dealt to me vanished in a moment and I found myself standing there alone, as if I was uninjured. My robe had been repaired, too, replaced with a deep crimson purple robe with golden trim. I did not know from whence the words came, but suddenly they felt right.