Spite ate away all that was good, kind, and loving till nothing was left but the spite itself, coiled 'round my heart like a great worm. And in my darkest hour, I turned from Her and vowed that I would destroy Her. At the moment of Her death I knew what I had done, and I wept. I shall bring the lands of my fathers to Her Word. Therein lies their salvation and mine. And She came to me in a vision and laid Her hand on my heart. Her touch was like fire that did not burn. And by Her touch, I was made pure again. Despair not, said She, for your betrayal was Maker-blessed and returned me to His side.