““Now you know who I am. I haven't hidden anything from you. My soul is as naked as my face." She kept retreating, until her back hit the rock. "What about me?" she said. "Do you know who I am?" "Jethro's daughter." She laughed, and held out her arms and hands, their color blending into the darkness. "With skin like this? Do you really think so?" Before she could react, he imprisoned her fingers and drew her to him. "You are Zipporah, the Cushite, the woman Moses saved from the hands of the shepherds and at the well of Irmna. You are the woman who always knows where to find me, the woman who brought me food without knowing who I was.””
