These are the words Haziel speaks to the people of Salem and their king as the orange sun sinks below the horizon. In after-years this sermon becomes known as the Sunset Discourse:
“Chokhmah is a lamp whose light is these words. The darker your thoughts, the further from Chokhmah you go. Sha who is far from Chokhmah is no better off than hy who denies Chokhmah.
“Celebrities are known by many nephilim and are called famous, but sha who embraces Chokhmah sets an example by har deeds and is called influential.
“Yeng are said to be superior to the animals because they can control their own environment, but sha who embraces Chokhmah can control har own behavior.
“The wealthy accumulate many riches but cannot keep all of them safe. Sha who embraces Chokhmah has few desires, and so holds on to all that sha has.
“Thieves take from those who do not have enough to supplement their own bounty, but sha who embraces Chokhmah diminishes the overflowing to enrich the impoverished.
“The moralist sits back in judgment of the causes of a tragedy, but sha who embraces Chokhmah is too busy mercifully addressing the needs at hand to render judgment.
“The judge demands to see evidence of good in others, but sha who embraces Chokhmah does good in this moment, and does not live for yesterday or for tomorrow.
“A strong yang can do hy wills to do, but hy cannot determine what hy wills. Sha who embraces Chokhmah makes har own awareness of injustice the determinant of har actions.
“The boastful put their riches and knowledge on parade, but sha who embraces Chokhmah does not tell all that sha has, nor all that sha can do.
“The proud would rather break than bend in pliable humility and admit error, but sha who embraces Chokhmah considers those who point out har faults as her greatest teachers.
“Traditionalists would teach an old thing before cultivating a new thing, but sha who embraces Chokhmah finds that creativity is the coin to buy har way.
“Leaders examine who speaks rather than listen to what is said, but sha who embraces Chokhmah knows that half of a conversation is listening.
“Warriors retaliate for suffering an indignity by committing yet another indignity, but sha who embraces Chokhmah knows the greatest revenge is not to be like hym who did the injury. The greatest conqueror is sha who has conquered harself.”
Haziel finishes delivering the Sunset Discourse and heals many of the people who came to hear har speak. After that King Melchiyahu bids Haziel to visit the throne room for a semi-private talk. After sha enters the castle and draws near to hyz seat, the King asks, “Lady Haziel, when you repeatedly say, ‘sha who embraces Chokhmah’ do you mean to say that no yang can become your disciple?”
“Not at all, Your Majesty. When I speak in those terms, I wish to convey an image. As a rule, yin are much gentler than yeng. A yang that admires Chokhmah will have a gentle heart, like a yin, because hy sees others around hym as another ‘I’ yet hy will retain his strength and hyz male nephilim nature, as hy rightly should.”
“Thank you for explaining that, Lady Haziel,” the aged King says. “For it seems to me that for many years my own daughter had a fierce heart, yet in recent days sha has come to admire your teachings, and it has gentled har. This gladdens me.”
“The King is aware that one in six nephilim are born with a preference to use the left hand,” Haziel says, and at first both the King and the Princess are puzzled by this apparent non sequitur. But Haziel continues. “This is not a matter of choice, there is an element of chance that is a part of every birth, otherwise all of our sons would look exactly alike, and of our daughters would also be identical. Allow me to demonstrate.”
And Haziel thrusts first har left hand into a nearby jar of assorted dried fruits, then har right hand. Sha opens both hands to show the King. “If you count the number of fruits I have in each hand, and their kinds, you will see they are not exactly the same sets. This is similar to what happens with every birth as well. And yet, because left-handers are a minority, our culture traditionally ascribes their preference to evil. We speak of the ‘left hand of the damned’ and there are many charlatans who profess to change this preference to the so-called ‘normal’ one.”
Haziel returns the delicacies to the jar, but retains one to eat.
Then Khondiel and her father realize exactly what Haziel is speaking about. Haziel has been oblique, to avoid offending them in front of the courtiers. The King takes har cue and says, “There are other desires that must have the same random cause as left and right hand orientation. There can be no moral culpability for any of these inclinations. We should love these nephilim without condition!”
Khondiel beams. “Thank you, my father and King.”
“Princess Khondiel,” Haziel says, “you are who you are. Good for you! Lucky you! Never try to undo that and live a lie because someone says your ancestors would not approve.”
Prince Melchizedek, the son of the King and newly returned from Earth says, “Lady Haziel, never have I known a yin with such wisdom and grace. Who are you? How did you come to know such things?
“Who am I?” Haziel draws near to hym. “Prince Melchizedek, years ago you were commanded by your father the King to travel to the other world and find a human candidate for a student of Chokhmah according to precise specifications that came from Thaumiel himself, but ultimately from Chokhmah.”
The Prince is astounded. “What? How do you know this?”
Melchiyahu says to Haziel, “My son found a man on Earth by the name of Abram, but he refused to accept the offer. Abram’s loyalty to his own father’s well-being exceeded any loyalty to what was, to him, an unknown god. My son found no other matches, and he has only recently returned.”
Haziel causes a large bubble to appear in the throne room, touching the floor but taller than any yang. Through it, from every angle, the members of the King’s audience can see Harran on distant Earth. Gasps of shock and surprise are heard. Even the heat of the desert seeps from the bubble to filter into the King’s chamber.
Haziel says, “Prince Melchizedek, know that Terah, the father of Abram, is dead. Return to Earth at once and fulfill the task as your father once commanded you.”
Melchizedek looks from Haziel to hyz father and has naught to say.
Haziel says to the Prince, “Make haste, and think not to take anything that you think you will need, for I myself will provide them for you.”
King Melchiyahu says, “Proceed as Lady Haziel commands, son, only accept Guriel and Iofiel here as your new subordinates, for Zophiel and Kemuel have reached early yenghood, and I have released them from their service to you.”
The name Iofiel means Beauty of God, and Guriel means Whelp of God. Together with Melchizedek they enter the bubble, and as soon as they do, the bubble is gone.
The question of Haziel’s identity has been answered in a spectacular fashion. The king hymself approaches har and bows to har on one knee. Haziel bids hym to rise, saying, “Yes, I am the holy one you call Chokhmah, but for my part I call you my Students, not my Servants. I am quite different from Thaumiel in this respect.”
Hearing this, the King rises and says, “My daughter has expressed to me her strong desire to become your leading student, Lady Haziel, or Chokhmah if you wish.”
“Call me Haziel, please, Your Majesty. I have not yet formally gathered disciples to myself, and if I did, it would be a far greater commitment than a few hours a day away from this castle. Sha might be asked to travel to the other lands of Barbelo, or perhaps even to the other world where har brother has just now returned in the sight of everyone here. Would you, Princess Khondiel, be willing to part with your father for years, decades, perhaps even for half a lifetime? Consider hyz age. It might be the case that you would part from hym and never be reunited.”
“I am willing to do so, Lady Haziel, and more, I would put my Fallen Angels entirely at your disposal.”
The King says, “Take Princess Khondiel to learn at your side, Lady Haziel. I beg this of you, for I deem that you will return to me a daughter who is more fit to be called a Princess of this city.”
“In that event, Your Majesty, I will take Khondiel to be my first disciple.” Sha bows deeply, a goddess paying homage to a king, and the audience is concluded.
King Melchiyahu arranges for Haziel to spend the night in the castle. The next morning Haziel summons har avatar once more to the city of Salem, and sha takes Khondiel in a suborbital flight to har abode in distant Anshar, but ever the two remain chaste, and sleep separately one from the other.