"Have you seen Hiram, Baal-Hiram, since—the sacrifice?"
"Yes."
"He really lives?"
"Yes."
"Is blessed of Baal?"
"Yes."
There was a long pause. Ahimelek's face went through a series of contortions. With husky, hesitating speech, looking against the blank wall, as if questioning himself rather than his visitor, he stammered out:
"And Zillah? She went to Hiram?"
"She is with Hiram."