So Asenath set a fair linen cloth upon the table, and put thereon new bread of a sweet savour. Then said the Angel—
"Give me also a little honey in the honeycomb."
So Asenath was grievously troubled because she had no honey to set before her guest. But the Angel comforted her, saying—
"Look within thine aumbrey, and thou shalt find withal to furnish thy table."
Then she hastened thereto, and found a store of virgin honey, white as snow, of sweetest savour. So she spake to the Angel—
"Sire, I had no honey, but thou spakest the word, and it is there, and the perfume thereof is as the breath of thy mouth."
The Angel smiled at the understanding of Asenath, and placed his hand upon her head, and said—
"Blessed be thou, O Asenath, because thou hast forsaken thy idols, and believed in our living Lord. Yea, blessed are they whom Penitence bringeth before Him, for they shall eat of this honey gathered by the bees of Paradise from the dew of the roses of Heaven; and those who eat thereof shall never see death, but shall live for evermore."
Then the Angel stretched forth his hand and took of the honeycomb and break it; and he ate a little, and gave the rest to the mouth of Asenath, saying—