The god had been looking for a heart in the city, a heart that was worthy, a heart that knew true worship. And the god had found such a heart, and a voice that called upon Him without greed or demand, without wheedling or whining.
The heart of the prophecy did Enlil find in the stable while the storm raged, upon the altar that was the shore at the end of time.
But though the prophecy was fulfilled upon that moment, the humbling of the city had just begun.