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Sons Of The Flaming Throne – Ch.45 | KT OLLA

IT was after a few days of an exhausting journey that the large company arrived at the furthest part of Israel’s land.

It was the eastern border side, Gilead. And they settled at a town called Mahanaim in that region.

There at the outskirts of that large town, David’s people camped for days, worn and tired out by their travel.

A wealthy company of three elders approached them from the first day. They brought with them food supplies, and basins of water to drink and wash their feet with.

The weary camp accepted the gestures with gratefulness; and so they ate and were refreshed abundantly.

But the people’s helpers didn’t just provide them with food and water. Those good men of Mahanaim also supplied bedding materials, so they could rest from their pains.

David watched his people eat. He saw how famished they were and he was grateful for the gift of kind helpers.

But then something struck the king when he saw the folks eat. It seemed he’d always known that fact; but the fact came shoving itself in his face.

These folks have followed me with no other plans. Even when they know I have nowhere else.

So it was a feeling of responsibility that poured on him. Some staunch responsibility towards those people trusting their lives on him.

Yes, it was the case that since the insurrection, the monarch had only been consumed with the thoughts of himself.

He’d been running from being killed by his son. Then also, he’d been running from killing the boy.

But David didn’t think of the lives that left their homes to follow him. He never thought of those people.

But still, things changed and everything dawned on the monarch. He realized that he’d got to be responsible for those folks to live.

He looked in the distance. ‘Here is the region of Gilead, on the border walls of Israel. Fleeing further is going into an enemy’s ground.

‘Outside these walls is the Gentile land of the Ammonites, adversaries of my people for ever.’

Then he stood up; then called his commander Joab to himself.

He said: ‘For the sake of my people, we will go no further.

‘For there is a time to fight and a time to flee. But son of thunder, now is a time to turn back and fight for our heritage.

‘Now is the time to fight and protect Israel!’

Joab was surprised at his master. As he was just bringing news that Absalom was near.

So he shared that tiding, and spoke.

‘Your Majesty, I am just about to bring you news that Absalom has led his troop as far as Jordan. Where we left off a few days ago.

‘And when the prince and his horsemen didn’t find you there, they’ve been camping there to rest and re-plan.

‘My lord, Absalom is there tonight and only the night is the wall between you and him. Now I am unsure if you will still say go.’

However, King David was determined; so it amazed his war chief. For the king said: ‘Go on my orders, Joab. And fight a quelling war.’

Then he looked elsewhere and sighed: ‘Please, deal gently with the young man Absalom!’

Joab looked at the king, and squinted an eye to read him.

For the man was the only one to hear what David meant to say and didn’t say. The only one to do what David liked to do and wouldn’t do.

He was the son of Zeruiah, a man with two thunders for an offspring. And within the flash of a lightning bolt, he had read David through.

And now, he knew what to do.

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