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Battle of the Godless – Ch. 21 | KT OLLA

THE Danite troop marched on from there, while Ajar and his companions had Jonathan go along with their party.

But when they reached the gate which led out of Ephraim, they looked behind and saw a small horde advancing towards them on mules and asses.

Ajar looked back at those men chasing them. He observed that it was Micah and Dinuel leading the group.

Truly, when Micah got home, it didn’t take him a moment before he found out that he’d been robbed. He came home with his son and found his treasure gone.

Micah’s household were quick to tell him what happened. That the spies they’d earlier sheltered had come and stolen his insurance.

His idols were all gone. And his priest, too.

So, Micah had gathered his neighbours, and chased after the men of Dan. Now they held clubs and sticks, ready to fight if they had to.

For the Ephramite was prepared to fight and bleed to reclaim his stolen god. But the children of Dan wielded swords to kill like the heavens do lightning.

Right there, where Ajar stood glaring at that mob, he couldn’t help a quiet chuckle.

He stopped his men, then asked the Ephramite: ‘What is this? What’s the matter that you’re coming to me with a mob?’

It was Ajar’s turn to be amazed. But the man hadn’t got the luxury of pride to snicker or laugh.

He was pained. So he stopped and hit back a response.

‘You ask, “What is this?” You have stolen both my gods and my priest. The idols I keep for safety with the priest I pay for my wellbeing.

‘Stranger, you took away my defenses; yet are you asking me what the matter is? You should have rather killed Micah!

‘Yes, kill me instead of rendering me vulnerable and asking what my problem is?!’

Micah jumped down from his donkey that instant. He strode defiantly towards his robber.

But as the Ephraim born walked towards the fighter, he came to a point that he stopped, stood still, then shivered with fear.

For that moment, Micah saw something he hadn’t taken proper care to note. He saw that the man before him wasn’t the common guest he hosted weeks before.

He saw it in Ajar’s eyeballs that he was the commander of that death throng. That pack of wild killers matching out from their land already.

For behind Ajar the Brave was a ruthless pack of archers, and swordsmen, and axe wielders. It was indeed a deathly horde.

Just now, that commander spoke up. And his words were the thoughts in Micah’s head.

‘You had better stand quiet! Lest these angry men fall on you and your mob; and slay everyone you have with you!’

Micah knew he didn’t need to look back to assess his own men. They were his neighbours who only came to help him out of trouble.

So there already, he admitted that no one was ready to battle with an army of trained killers. It was a lost cause, he admitted.

Now, when the Ephramite realized the Danites were stronger than him, he decided to let go.

‘After all, they’ve been heading out peacefully already,’ he told himself.

But it was hard and painful to let go of his idol and the priest.

Nevertheless, Micah and Dinuel did let their idols

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