“Your line is saved, kin of Abraham.”
“My daughters?”
“They shall be provided for. I will fetch them husbands.”
“You will.”
“Fear not. Your story shall grow. The Last Righteous Man.”
With a nod, Lot lay down. Melchizedek came closer, swept his hands against Lot's brow. A few words spoken. Pain, searing, coursed through Lot. His vision blurred.
“Come, women,” said Melchizedek. “His time on earth is at an end. Your future lies elsewhere.”
And the trio marched out, leaving Lot in the cave.