When I awoke in the morning, the temple was in turmoil. The oxen lowed and stamped their feet, and the peacocks shrieked and plucked the inlaid silver and lapis lazuli from the walls. I found the priests Lamentation and Butter Tub under the date palm, slaughtering a sheep. “Calamity!” Lamentation cried, poking at the sheep’s entrails. “Calamity and devastation!”