JAEL

Sisera, finding flight expedient,
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