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Sons Of The Flaming Throne – Ch.40 | KT OLLA

HUSHAI’S words were like a heap of salt on Ahithophel’s wound. The old man already felt insulted that a common man was summoned to clarify him.

But right there he felt even worse that his guidance was rubbished. Rubbished by someone whose name couldn’t even be tagged with knowledge.

King Absalom’s council applauded Hushai, as the man ended his words. And in that moment, Ahithophel seemed to be the clown.

The wise old man felt miserable. Like he was a loser or a fool. So he just couldn’t stop the shame and the sorrow in his soul.

Yes, he’d always hated David for the sole fact that the man hadn’t trusted him much. He hated the king for always going ahead to confirm his piece of advice at God’s altar. After he’d asked him for a lead.

Ahithophel hated David; and so he’d join force with his rebel son. But he had thought the young son would do better. That he’d take his guidance without a question or doubt. 

But here the man was, ignored and disgraced together with his counsel. The wise one felt ashamed and his pride caved into that pit of mire. For he stood up and slowly retreated, a step after another.

The old man quietly excused himself. As the council hall rumbled with cheers and applause for the newbie.

It was as though another sage man had been born in their midst. And the old sage couldn’t stand the sight. He just backed away, unseen.

But then again, the stout-minded adviser was never one to throw in the towel. At least, not that fast. So he found himself a solid validation. It was one that could help him cope. 

Now as the man exited the huge palace gates, he reasoned out the words to help deal with the moment. He combed through the state of things and soon found the answer that he sought.

For there was this situation where he would give his wise judgement to David. Then the latter would go over to ask the matter from God.

And often times than not, David did come back to accept Ahithophel’s counsel. As he would see that his judgements were good.

So right then that this situation was repeating itself, the elder told himself that Absalom wouldn’t go through with Hushai.

‘No, he’ll perambulate and waste time like his father always did. Then he’ll come back and swear there’s no one like me.’

This way the old sage resisted the shame. This way he fortified himself.

But Hushai knew he’d been able to drive Absalom’s mind another lane. He sensed his words would be implemented as fast as possible.

So after that meeting, the spy sought the high priests Zadok and Abiathar. And when he got to them he recounted what had happened. Then he urged them to hasten to send news to David.

‘Let your boys, Ahi and Jona, run to our King tonight. Let them warn him to flee the camp with the people. For Absalom is bringing war on that place.’

So then the secret message was sent to David’s camp.

It was by the hands of two kids no one might trail.

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