Reached Jael, and so fled the battle'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.
An evening's wander just north of Dundee
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