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Sons Of The Flaming Throne – Ch.37 | KT OLLA

ABSALOM wasn’t the only one waiting for David. Ahithophel waited also, through the three long weeks that nothing happened.

But the old man’s wait was one that was even more desperate.

Ahithophel was really keen on establishing Absalom as king. Yet his desperate ambition wasn’t born out of some loyalty to him. 

It was an offshoot of his bitter feelings to David.

Now the old sage waited for the king to come out of hiding. And by the third week, he was sure he wasn’t going to show up no matter what.

It dawned on him that the giant game he swayed so frantically, just so he could lure the lion out of his den. That that frantic game had simply failed.

 And from then, the wise one began to lose his cool.

It was a sunny day that afternoon, but Ahithophel’s spirit couldn’t take the plunge into gloom anymore.

And so before the sun would swing round into another night, the old man mounted an ass and decided to take a ride of relief. A ride of reflection.

Old Ahithophel rode through the city of Jerusalem, from the open streets to the market plains. But everything around looked as ordinary as a common day.

There was no smell of storm, no sign of rain. There was no wisp of smoke that David was coming. And the usual quiet before a storm was nowhere in the air.

This thing that the wise one sniffed from town frustrated him more. So he lamented so hard that he’d failed.

He threw his arms in the air in the height of frustration. He cried out a wordless groan.

Then, as if those wide flung arms had caught some answers, the old man folded them back over his breast. And then he turned his steed round towards the palace. As his face lit up with a brilliant shine.

Now the elderly man was quite hopeful that he could turn things around. He’d forced a forward path through a huge blockade. For he told himself that he couldn’t end up beaten by David.

Yet in the next moment, before he would hit his animal to move on, Ahithophel recalled how confident he’d been about the last plan. And how he couldn’t predict that David would not bulge.

He remembered how flatly a neat plan failed. And in that instant, his little confidence tumbled down its high horse and fell.

For right there that he pulled his heavy ass back with the bridle, the animal lifted itself off ground. Then a sturdy old one was shaken up quite a bit.

Ahithophel latched himself onto the side of the beast as his weight came tumbling over.

Then in the fight to regain balance, he grumbled some words of protest. ‘I will rather die! No, I will rather die than lose to David!’

So in that determined fight, he pulled back his full weight atop the ass and steadied the proud mount.

He was ready to stop gaming, and start fighting.

Yes, a new idea came to him; although it felt like gamble. Still it was the gamble the man was willing to take.

So with that fighting spirit, Ahithophel charged his ass with a roaring cry. And off he sped to the palace.

To hand the king his best plan.

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