Sisera, finding flight expedient,
Reached Jael, and so fled the battles's clamour;
She gave him milk; he slept within the tent:
She took the tent-pin and the workman's hammer.
She smote his temple - for God had decreed
His death would not enhance a warrior's glamour.
Her hands were practiced for the time of need.
This continues a series of heroes and heroines of mine.