ABSALOM watched with solid attention, as words rolled out from the lips of the wisest man in Israel.
But the wise old man didn’t stand so high as the sage he used to be. Nor did his clever words carry the confidence of a man who knew it all.
His countenance was like a cornered man’s. One who was desperate to live. And now he spoke his words to a desperate king.
‘Your Majesty...! Please, permit me to take twelve thousand soldiers to find David. With that army, I am going to bring back your enemy’s head.
‘All we need do is, kill your father. Then his whole army will surrender at your feet. With this, your reign shall be established, Your Majesty!’
But Ahithophel’s words sounded like the rambles of a defeated man in the young king’s ear.
And the voice carrying those words prickled his ears like the cry of a beaten child. So Absalom wouldn’t lean his weary back on them.
Now Absalom’s doubts didn’t stem from the wise man’s manner with words. Nor was it Ahithophel’s loss of confidence that brought a turn-off.
The king’s uncertainty had begun from the day he slept with his father’s women. That day, he started to lose confidence in himself. And in everybody else.
Indeed, he understood Ahithophel’s reason when he told him to have his father’s wives in bed. And before all eyes in Israel, in fact.
But after King Absalom did as he was told, he felt like the most clueless man to ever rule a people. He began to wonder if he was a king or a fool. Or if he was man or an animal.
Yes, he began to reason if the shameful thing he resorted to in front of all his subjects. If it was truly the only thing he could do to bring down his glorious father. Especially as the plan eventually failed.
So when the man called the Voice of God and Reason tried another way, Absalom couldn’t bear to lean on him again. For he’d lost all confidence than to rest on a man who’d got no spine.
Thus, the young king let out a laden sigh where he sat in the throne. Then he spoke some words that startled the council.
‘All right, Ahithophel has spoken! But let us call Hushai and hear what he has to say. There’s a reason the man was my father’s best!’
Those words shook Ahithophel down to his feet. He’d just given a counsel he could stake his life on. But just then, a simple man was summoned over to judge the case.
A simple man as David’s personal friend.
Therefore, the elder felt beaten and trampled over. He felt his intelligence was hanged for display. For everyone else to touch, and stare at, and have a chatty time about.
Still, he was before the king and he knew he couldn’t make his grievance known.
So he swallowed his temper down his burning throat. Like a poison forced down his stomach.
Now he waited for what was to come.
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