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Sons Of The Flaming Throne – Ch.31 | KT OLLA

BY the time the scent of the capital wafted close to the advancing new king, Absalom’s army had swelled and burst a thousand times over.

His crowd of militia and supporters had been doubling in size over and again, as they slowly matched through the towns on their way.

The coming of King Absalom was like dawn at the dusk of day. It was startling and yet refreshing.

Then again it was a pointless continuation of the old order. However, it was still the surprise people wanted.

King David’s reign was never close to being called a night. As a matter of fact, the kingdom prospered and glowed in the light of his day.

Not a soul had protested the reign of the most beloved man in Israel. No, not one man had wanted him out of power.

The people had praised the slayer of Goliath more than anyone in Israel. They’d loved the champion and cherished his spirit.

It was to the extent that they wanted him to reign. And truly reign until he’d leave this world.

But this day, they wanted a new man because the son showed up. Because the prince proved he could topple his father.

Indeed, David’s reign was never close to being a night. But the new dawn before it was dusk was the wonder Israel loved.

So, everyone joined the bandwagon, the fight for a quick change. And not a soul cared whether it was daylight following daylight.

Or whether it was, in fact, a night that was arriving.

King Absalom arrived at the gates of Jerusalem. And there the watches lifted up the barricades for their king.

The whole city was gathered already within its proud walls. Both rich and poor waited to receive the new king.

Then as the young ruler rode in through the open gates, leading in an endless flock of civilians and soldiers...

As Absalom trotted in on a golden chariot, the people bowed themselves to the ground before him. They chanted his praise.

‘Long live the King of Israel! Long live the King!’

The torrent of that call was fierce. It was loud and deafening. Then the trumpets joined in, as the blaring calls kept bursting the ears.

‘Long live the King of Israel! Long live the King!’

Just then fickle fate wanted it different. For a horse rode into that crowd from behind Absalom.

It was the newcomer with a plan.

It was Hushai, the master spy.

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