God said, “It comes from this side of the curtain, and they are very
thirsty.”
Then the feast went on, and after a while I saw a small, white hand
slipped in below the curtain’s edge along the floor; and it motioned
towards the wine jars.
And I said to God, “Why is that hand so bloodless?”
And God said, “It is a wine-pressed hand.”
And men saw it and started to their feet; and women cried, and ran to
the great wine jars, and threw their arms around them, and cried, “Ours,
our own, our beloved!” and twined their long hair about them.