I was wringing out some robes I had just washed when through the window a sound, like a murmur, steadily grew to a roar. Children ran by, followed by men walking quickly. Soon even women were leaving their chores, and my good friend Timna poked her head through the opening.
"Make haste, Azubah, make haste! Everyone is going to see the Great Prophet, the one we have heard of!"