Among the Palestines at Megiddo in 3002 BCE, expectations for a young woman were well established. These mainly required her subservience, but she wasn’t interested in cooking, cleaning, or caring for children. It could have been her parents’ fault, for they had given her an Egyptian name, Γεⲛⲛεοⲥ, which means “noble one.” Her father was a tinsmith; they lived in a modest house; they were not a wealthy family. Her options were to marry where she would serve her husband’s family, or to become a temple virgin where she would serve the priestess, but she wasn’t interested in either option. Active resistance, however, didn’t suit her, so in the end she led her life with hautiness and was unhappy with her fate. All this was pretty normal. The apocalyptic battle had not yet been foretold.