“Let the king invoke the name of God,” said the woman, “so this self-styled vigilante won’t ruin everything, to say nothing of killing my son.” “As surely as God lives,” he said, “not so much as a hair of your son’s head will be lost.”
“Everything that belonged to Mephibosheth,” said the king, “is now yours.” Ziba said, “How can I ever thank you? I’ll be forever in your debt, my master and king; may you always look on me with such kindness!”