She began to brood and to speak of a spell laid upon the young man, and her visits to a sorceress came to be spoken about so openly that it was against the bridegroom’s wish that Rachel was asked to the wedding feast; but Ruth pleaded, saying that it would be no feast for her if Rachel did not present herself at the table.  The twain sat opposite each other at table, Rachel seemingly the happier, eating, drinking, laughing, foretelling that Mondis would fill Ruth’s life with happiness from end to end.  Thou wilt never see the face of an evil hour, she said, and Ruth in her great joy answered:  Rachel, I know not why he didn’t choose thee; thou’rt so beautiful; and the young Mondis wooed her at the table, to Ruth’s pleasure, for she knew of his thankfulness to Rachel for allowing the wedding to pass in concord, without a jarring note.

She seemed to listen to him as a sister might to a beloved brother, and as the wedding feast drew to a close she said:  Ruth shall drink wine with me, and the cups were passed across the table, and laughter and jest flowed on for a while.  But soon after drinking from Rachel’s cup Ruth turned pale and, leaning back into the arms of her bridegroom, she said:  I know not what ails me....  And then a little later on she was heard to say:  I am going, and with a little sigh she went out of her life, lying on her bridegroom’s arm white and still like a cut flower.  The word “poison” swelled up louder and louder, and all eyes were directed against Rachel, who to prove her innocence drank the wine that was left in Ruth’s glass; but it was said afterwards that she had not drunk out of the cup that she had handed to Ruth.  Be this as it may, a house of joy was turned into a house of tears.  Bridegroom, parents and friends fell into procession, and we who were coming down the street met the bier, and after hearing the story of the girl’s death Jesus said:  let me speak to her, and, leaning over her, he whispered in her ear, and soon after we thought it was the wind that stirred the folds of her garments, but her limbs were astir in them; the colour came back to her cheeks; she raised herself on her bier, and with his bride in his arms the bridegroom worshipped Jesus as a god; but Jesus reproved him, saying:  it was by the power of God working through me that she was raised from the dead:  give thanks to him who alone merits our thanks.  But Rachel, who had been following the bier in great grief, hanging on the bridegroom’s arm could not contain herself at the sight of Ruth raised from the dead, and it wrenching her reason out of her control compelled her to call upon the people to cast out the Nazarene, who worked cures with the help of the demons with whom he was in league, which proved to everybody that her friendly words to Ruth at the feast were make-believe, and that she had been plotting all the while how she might ruin her.