So first she set before him a table; and as she was going to fetch the bread he said to her, “Bring a honeycomb also.”  But at this she stopped, and was troubled in her mind, for she knew that there was no honeycomb in her store-room.  “Why do you stop?” said the angel.  “Sir,” she answered, “let me send a boy to the farm which is near by, and he shall fetch you a honeycomb in a moment.”  “No,” said he, “you need only go into your store-room, and you will find one upon the table; bring that to me.”  “Sir,” she answered, “I know that there is none there.”  But he said, “Go and you will find it.”  She went therefore and found the honeycomb, as he had said; it was large, and as white as snow, and full of honey, and the smell of it was as the breath of life.  She wondered greatly, but she would not delay, and she brought it out and put it on the table before the angel.  Then he called her to him, and as she moved towards him he stretched out his right hand over her head, and again she was afraid, for she saw sparks and flashes of fire coming from it, as if it were of heated iron; so that she gazed upon him earnestly in astonishment.  But he smiled and said, “You are blessed, Aseneth, for you have seen some of the secret things of God; it is of this honeycomb that the angels eat in Paradise, and the bees of Paradise have made it of the dew of the roses of life in the garden of God; and whosoever tastes it shall not die for ever.”  Then he put forth his right hand and took a piece of the honeycomb, and tasted it, and gave a portion to Aseneth, and she ate it; and he said, “Now you have received the food of life, and your youth shall know no old age, and your beauty shall never fade.”  And again he stretched forth his right hand and drew his finger across the honeycomb from the east side of it to the west, and from the north side to the south, and where his finger touched it there was left a track of the colour of blood.  And immediately there came out of the honeycomb a multitude of bees.  They were white like snow, and their wings were purple and scarlet, and they swarmed about Aseneth and made honey upon her lips.  Among them there were some that made as though they would have stung her, but these the angel rebuked, and they fell to the ground dead.  But after a while the angel said to the bees, “Go to your place,” and at that they rose up in a swarm and flew out of the window and up into the sky.  Then he touched with his rod the dead bees upon the floor, and said to them, “Go ye also to your place,” and they came to life and flew out of the window, and settled upon the trees in the garden of Aseneth.  And for the third time he stretched out his hand and touched the honeycomb upon the table, and straightway there burst forth a flame, and consumed the honeycomb—­but upon the table it left no mark—­and the sweet smell of the burning filled all the chamber.