Delilah and the 1100 Coins
By day, Samson wore his hair in seven thick braids, oiled dark and slick and hung with bells and smelling strongly of fat and jasmine. Come the night, when he sat down upon the thick straw mattress, Delilah came to rest behind him and untangled his braids with her fingers. She washed the fragrances and oils from his hair and dried it between two lengths of clean muslin.
‘What is the secret to your strength, darling?’ she asked as she wringed the water from his dark hair.
Only lies and kisses left his tongue, which tasted like secret silver coins.