ABSALOM couldn’t sit still in Hebron, after he announced himself the king of Israel.
The boy knew too well that there couldn’t be two kings over one kingdom. So he understood that he’d drawn the battle line between his father and him.
The significance is just one of two hefty things. It is either he killed David and rule; or he was killed by him and lose. Whatever it was in the end, only one man could sit as king.
But the Third One had sworn he’d see that fight to the finish. That he’d be the last man standing after arms had well been laid to rest.
So, when David’s chief counsellor lingered to join the prince, the anxious kid couldn’t wait any much longer.
He feared his father’s tactics when it came to attacks and their counters. He feared his ruthless army, too. Particularly his wild pack of bodyguards, the six hundred men from Gath.
Yes, Absalom dreaded an early counter. So he decided to advance his men steadily, heading north from Hebron south of their capital city.
His troop and entourage were bound for David’s palace in Jerusalem. Which nested particularly by the outer walls of Zion, David’s stronghold station within the capital.
But the prince was, in fact, ready to surround those giant walls enclosing Zion; should David flee into that fortress and shut himself in.
Well, the Third was going to lay an endless siege instead. Until the ousted king ran out of food and water; then run out by himself, famished and surrendered.
Therefore, Absalom’s dangerous troop rode out towards the capital on horses and chariots. Along with the company of people he’d won for himself in Hebron.
Then, in every town and city he passed through, several other people flocked into his company day after day.
His militia expanded with each town or city he placed behind. His cheerers, too... they swelled and burst ten times over, and again.
And by the time the deadly throng were nearing the capital, every one of David’s men could tell it.
That Absalom had come.
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