"How then, Lord," said the Angel, "shall this man's unrest and hunger be stayed?"
God spoke and said: "Fill his mouth with dust."
Then the Angel took a handful of dust and said to Talisso: "Open thy mouth and eat."
Talisso cried aloud, "I will not eat."
"Open thy mouth," said the Angel sternly.
"My mouth I will not open," replied Talisso.
Thereupon the Angel caught him by the hair, and plucked his head backward till his throat made a knotted white ridge above the neck, and as Talisso opened his mouth, shrieking blasphemies and laughing with frantic rage, the Angel filled it with dust.
Talisso fell backwards, thrusting with his feet and thrashing the ground with his hands; his crown fell from his head and rolled away; his face grew set and white; and then he lay straight and rigid.
"Hast thou filled his mouth?"
"His mouth, Lord, is filled," the Angel answered.