said Engedi.
Samson looked at Azrael, and Azrael looked at Samson.
"A talking goat?" they asked each other in unison.
However, by this stage, all the commotion had attracted the attention of the Gravinists, who burst through the cellar door. Immediately, the room was flooded with light. Samson at once saw his mistake - Engedi was not, as he had first envisaged in the dark - a goat - not even an anxious one. What he had perceived as antlers, more fitting for a stag, were actually the four curved, wooden legs of an upturned chair. What he had perceived as a thick pelt was actually a well-crafted woolen cloak. And what he had perceived as territorialism and anxiety were simply the natural defenses of cornered woman, who had perceived herself to be in danger in the dark. And what he had perceived as a he, was in fact, a she.
Samson had little time to process these thoughts, before the Gravinists were upon him. Well, before the Gravinists were upon Azrael, to be more precise. The Gravinists - or were they dirty doggone Philistines? - fell upon Azrael, as Samson was the meaner-looking of the two, and each Gravinist thought it would be better if he dealt with Azrael, whilst his fellow cultists dealt with Samson. It didn't take long, however, for Samson to dispatch the heathens with several, well-placed blows. Within moments, the cellar was quiet again, a broken and motionless Gravinist occupying each corner of the cellar floor, and a bruised and winded Azrael catching his breath.
Samson looked at Engedi expectantly, as if she were about to introduce herself, or at least, explain her attack on Azrael. Or scold him for an honest mistake, that in reality, could have been made by anyone.