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Sons Of The Flaming Throne – Ch. 12 | KT OLLA

 PRINCE Absalom got up with a sudden start. It was the bolt of inspiration that stirred him up.

He sat up on the bed and beamed an excited face. ‘Ah come on! Why do I look for flaws to beat a flawless man?’

Then he stood up and struck his head with two fingers. And his clever skull dropped a puzzle.

‘It’s a thing for the quick mind,’ he spoke up. ‘Yes, the cobra’s merit can well be his demerit—that is if you’re the faster shooter!

‘David has got himself a name in Israel; but my gentle father can only be modest about that acclaim.

‘Well, I his son and pride will ride that fame he owns to himself! I will pride that name faster than him or any one of his sons!’

Now he turned to speak to himself. He turned inwards and did some scolding.

‘Listen Absalom, Third Son of King David! The cobra’s broad neck and pride is yours to claim.

‘For you are young and swift. Swifter than the quickest of David’s steps!

‘Why, you are strong and smarter than your father, huh! And just you can chop off that crowned head before he figures out what’s happening!

‘C’mon, you are Absalom—come on! You did it on the First Heir and it was a major blast!

‘Now, it’s time to take out the last hurdle, man! It’s your doggoned last chance to make your life great.

‘And wake up the king over this vast kingdom!’

He stopped a moment at that discovery. And then he picked himself up and leapt about the room, bouncing off every corner and wall with a bustling thrill.

‘Yeah, oh yeah! Absalom’s the better hybrid of King David!

‘Wow, here comes the hybrid son... the hybrid king, oh wow!’

So, just about then, he hurried to the study desk at a corner of the chamber, and went for an unused parchment sheet among an old stack of scrolls.

Then he settled down at the desk and took a writing quill along with the ink jar. And thus, the night long planning began.

It was the scheme to unseat an aging father from the marble throne called Flaming.

To dethrone the man who’d got the records of bravery and conquest in his youth; who was bestowed the praise of a giant slayer and conqueror of battles.

Yes, it was the masterplan to usurp the father and king, who was by now aging and growing so weak that he couldn’t punish Amnon his firstborn.

That he couldn’t banish him at least, when he violated Absalom’s one and only sister. And turned the young priceless beauty into a reproach in all of Israel.

Or so went the thoughts that stirred a storm within the prince’s head.

But Absalom was dead sure that the cobra’s merit had now turned into his own destruction. So he was ready to shoot first at the weak spot in the neck of this cobra king.

So he mused as he began to plan.

‘The king has grown too old to administer justice now. But what the people need today hasn’t changed from what they wanted when Father killed Goliath as a youth.

‘What the people need today is still justice; but Father is too weak to serve them that.

‘Yet I could swear Israel wants to see the younger David so bad! And I the Third Prince will give them loads of my father’s youth!’

He tapped his skull and smirked.

‘That is what it is to be the cobra’s son!

‘What it means to be the faster shooter—and dare!’

But then the smart youngster wouldn’t know why this fiery serpent was called wise. Or why the lion king hunted by stealth.

He was all strength and youthful wit; and so he wouldn’t know there were more things hidden than could be seen.

He wouldn’t learn that the earth holds a pregnant sky.


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