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Sons Of The Flaming Throne – Ch. 21 | KT OLLA

THE loud flourish ended, and as soon as it ceased the Third One’s fifty surrounded him in a wild rush. Then they crashed to the ground before him with a shout.

‘Long live Absalom! Long live the king!’

‘Long live Absalom! Long live the king!’

That cry went on for an endless time. So much the two hundred elders couldn’t stand to watch any longer.

Those dazed men knew what this was. For it was what any man in the ancient times wouldn’t dream to see in front of him, and yet stand undecided.

Treason... it was treason. Whatever side the men stood, it was going to be treason.

Yet they dared not sit on the fence.

So then, the men altogether chose what they thought could earn them an easier sentence. Right there, they crashed to their knees around a standing Absalom.

It was a keen, desperate cry to be spared that whimpered beneath the voices of those people. But what the new king heard were just the praises they chanted.

‘Long live Absalom! Long live the king!’

‘Long live Absalom! Long live the king!’

This was the Third Son’s masterplan all the time. The grand design to set his father’s throne on fire. Without facing the warrior king himself.

And the noise of that occurrence, the heat of that fire, did spread wider and wider through the boiling days that followed.

Quickly, the widespread rumour became the breaking news. And from neigbouring towns to distant cities, from the far north to the furthest south, many followers started flocking towards Hebron.

Towards the vibrant new king who’d earlier caught their hearts on a hook. Towards his promise of a better life for all.

Indeed, the news reached the forts of Mount Zion, too; from where David ruled the people.

Then the entire capital became a burning furnace, as Jerusalem was torn between the old reign and the new. Even when the new king reigned away from the city.

But as Absalom’s following grew too large for his camp to hold, the prince eventually came to his wits end. As regards the next efficient move.

For there was just one man lacking in his camp that made him this deficient. Just one man he had thought would cross from David’s side to his.

Yet it wasn’t his father’s captain and right-hand man. It wasn’t Joab, who only received orders to do this and that.

No, it was a wise man who himself made the king. It was one good adviser whose counsel were said to be as apt as God’s.

But this sage one could make or mar David. Depending on who owned him in this war.

Thus, Absalom sent to that man and begged to be heard. And while he waited for days and died every day, David didn’t know that his chief counsel was being bought over.

For Joab’s man within Absalom’s camp had deflected, too. As he feared the vibrant, new king.

Things were that heated and burning. But the man after God’s heart still have Someone left for him.

And it was the King that made him king.

For He was watching, and not sleeping.

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