Elijah did not answer.
"Tell me if it's true," the officer insisted. "And you can leave here and return to your dwelling in time to save that woman and her son."
"Yes, it's true," he said. Perhaps the Lord had listened to him and would help him to save them.
"We could take you captive to Sidon and Tyre," the officer continued. "But we still have many battles before us, and you'd be a weight on our backs. We could demand a ransom for you, but from whom? You're a foreigner even in your own country."
The officer put his foot on Elijah's face.
"You're useless. You're no good to the enemy and no good to friends. Just like your city; it's not worth leaving part of our army here, to keep it under our rule. After we conquer the coastal cities Akbar will be ours in any case."
"I have one question," Elijah said. "Just one question."
The officer looked at him warily.
"Why did you attack at night? Don't you know that wars are fought by day?"
"We did not break the law; there is no custom that forbids it," answered the officer. "And we had a long time to become familiar with the terrain. All of you were so preoccupied with custom that you forgot that times change."
Without a further word, the group left him. The spy approached and untied his hands.
"I promised myself that I would one day repay your generosity; I have kept my word. When the Assyrians entered the palace, one of the servants told them that the man they were looking for had taken refuge in the widow's house. While they went there, the real governor was able to flee."
Elijah was not listening. Fire crackled everywhere, and the screams continued.
In the midst of the confusion, it was evident that one group still maintained discipline; obeying an invisible order, the Assyrians were silently withdrawing.
The battle of Akbar was over.
"SHE'S DEAD," he told himself. "I don't want to go there, for she is dead. Or she was saved by a miracle and will come looking for me."
His heart nevertheless bade him rise to his feet and go to the house where they lived. Elijah struggled with himself; at that moment, more than a woman's love was at stake--his entire life, his faith in the Lord's designs, the departure from the city of his birth, the idea that he had a mission and was capable of completing it.
He lo
oked about him, searching for a sword with which to take his own life, but with the Assyrians had gone every weapon in Akbar. He thought of throwing himself onto the flames of the burning houses, but he feared the pain.
For some moments he stood paralyzed. Little by little, he began recovering his awareness of the situation in which he found himself. The woman and her child must have already left this world, but he must bury them in accord with custom. At that moment the Lord's work--whether or not He existed--was his only succor. After finishing his religious duty, he would yield to pain and doubt.
Moreover, there was a possibility that they still lived. He could not remain there, doing nothing.
"I don't want to see their burned faces, the skin falling from their flesh. Their souls are already running free in heaven."
NEVERTHELESS, HE BEGAN walking toward the house, choking and blinded by the smoke that prevented his finding his way. He gradually began to comprehend the situation in the city. Although the enemy had withdrawn, panic was mounting in an alarming manner. People continued to wander aimlessly, weeping, petitioning the gods on behalf of their dead.
He looked for someone to help him. A lone man was in sight, in a total state of shock; his mind seemed distant.
"It's best to go straightway and not ask for help." He knew Akbar as if it were his native city and was able to orient himself, even without recognizing many of the places that he was accustomed to passing. In the street the cries he heard were now more coherent. The people were beginning to understand that a tragedy had taken place and that it was necessary to react.
"There's a wounded man here!" said one.
"We need more water! We're not going to be able to control the fire!" said another.
"Help me! My husband is trapped!"
He came to the place where, many months before, he had been received and given lodging as a friend. An old woman was sitting in the middle of the street, almost in front of the house, completely naked. Elijah tried to help her but was pushed away.
"She's dying!" the old woman cried. "Do something! Take that wall off her!"