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Battle of the Godless – Ch. 20 | KT OLLA

AJAR and the four marched up the mountain slope, fully armed with weapons of battle.

Then they came on Micah’s house. Their coming was disaster for a wealthy home of idols.

But Micah and his son Dinuel weren’t home when the men arrived. So they were welcome by other members of the house, including Jonathan.

Yet, in spite of the warm welcome, the former spies didn’t lose sight of their goal here. They snubbed the pleasantries and went straight for their steal.

It was three men who headed for the shrine where Micah’s idols were.

But when Jonathan was hastening after them, Ajar seized him by the hand, steadied him, and spoke to him.

Another member of his team was standing by, where the hunter and the priest lingered within the estate.

‘Hey you, you’re coming with us, huh!’ growled the hunter. ‘Pack your things now and come with us!’

Jonathan knew what this meant. He knew Ajar wasn’t asking him for his permission. He’d known the man to be a demander, a violent one at that.

But still, the young man didn’t want to follow just any order. He didn’t want to oblige to a threat just because the demander was holding a sword.

He looked at Ajar awhile; then simply shook his head in pity.

He’d got thoughts in his head now.

I can’t follow a people who’re preparing to slave me. I’ll only answer to folks who pay me big!

Jonathan knew already that he’d eventually follow those men armed with weapons of death. But at least, he wanted to cut a deal.

A huge deal he thought worthy of living or dying for.

So now, he put up a front. ‘Why should I come with you when I have things going well for me right here?

‘Huh? Why should I leave my job in this house and follow you sons of Dan!’

At that point, Ajar was super boiling. He’d lost all composure left inside of him.

He just seized the man by his ephod and snarled. ‘Don’t you hear me? Don’t you get it?’

Just then, the other spy standing close spoke up. He answered the Levite.

Ajar released his grip on the priest as his companion began to talk.

‘Listen, Levite priest. Right now you serve just one man and his house, and you are paid a good sum.

‘But imagine it… how better would it be if you’re a priest to a whole tribe of Israel. Won’t you be paid far bigger? Then won’t you live far better?’

Jonathan heaved a pleasant sigh. 

‘Think of it, young priest,’ the man repeated. ‘What is better and more worthy of a Levite priest that you are?

‘To be a priest for one family? Or to be priest for a whole people?

‘Now what d’ you say?’

No, Jonathan didn’t need to rethink those lines. For the instant those words landed on his ears, he treasured them.

They were what he’d been waiting to hear since he’d been working as a priest. They were what he travelled up to Ephraim to find.

And now that he eventually found a great sponsor promising a bigger pay, he was ready to be bought over and again.

‘I shall be your priest in Dan. I earn ten shekels of silver per year with my master here. Now, a hundredfold of what I earn with Micah is my price!’

The men’s jaws dropped with shock.

‘What?!’

‘A hundredfold of that?! For what?!’

Jonathan smiled. ‘Listen, I am a grand descendant of Moses, grandnephew of Aaron! So I’m no mean priest in this lineage of priests, you know!’

He added with a nod: ‘I’m sure you must have done your findings, too!’

Ajar cleared his throat roughly and quietly obliged.

‘All right. Be our priest and we’ll pay you a hundredfold!’

Right then, the Levite turned round to head in and pack up his things. And as he turned round he saw the men returning from the shrine. 

They were running towards them and frantically waving the idols, both big and small.

Jonathan was startled. ‘Aw! What… what is this? How did you enter? The shrine is—’ He just froze at that point.

The men were quick to answer.

‘We broke in! We broke down the door!’ they yelled, panting heavily.

Jonathan simply shook his head, disappointed.

He glanced at Ajar now. ‘I’ll go pack my bag in a moment and we’ll be going.’

Ajar snapped back at him. ‘We don’t have a moment. Go, quick!’

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