Then a great bowl appeared in the sky over their heads. As it was tipped, something like ash floated down on him and all the worshipers with him. It began to burn their flesh like hot cinders, down their very bones. As he fell, he saw Diodotos take shape again from the crimson pool, rise up from the floor, and lift his arms, praising the God of heaven. His voice drowned out all the anguished cries of the worshipers of the image. Amyntas woke with a start, his nightclothes wet with perspiration, and