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Sons Of The Flaming Throne – Ch.48 | KT OLLA

ABSALOM’S troops were the fleeing ones. They were caught unprepared when the ambush came.

Yes, they’d been the one giving the chase all along. So they never expected the enemy to turn back and fight.

But those enemies had reached a wall. And then, they were back and fierce.

When David’s army arrived the Jordan River, it was with the force of a mighty throng. So the Third One’s men leapt on their horses and fled.

They fled back into dense wood overlooking Jordan in that region of Ephraim. It is the region neighbouring close to Gilead, within Israel’s land.

Even so, the mad hounds chasing them didn’t stop killing. They chased them far into the wood with the wrath of a fearless killer.

And they cut down so many with their swords and spears.

On that day the woodland lost her peace and quiet, and the trees fell as the soldiers did. And when bones and branches broke in twos, no one could tell if it was a limb or a log.

That day, the Ephraim wood became a maze with no door of escape. But the warriors of David kept chasing, and ending lives.

It was a long, sad day.

Even so, Joab realized something while the fight went on. The man saw it wasn’t easy fighting Absalom’s men, the regular army of Israel.

He’d been the commander of those soldiers before the rebellion. And so, most of the troops behind the Third Prince were trained by him. Except, of course, for the young radicals who joined him.

So Joab realized why he had been somewhat slow to end things. Why he swung his sword as though he was sparring with a partner.

It was because the soldiers were like sons to the warrior. And cubing them with the sword became the hardest thing to do.

At that point, the man slowed down his horse and broke down himself. It was the hardest time in all his years.

Right there, as he paused and watched his tyros die, he saw at last through his master David. He saw through the warrior king.

He realized why the king preferred to stall and watch his treacherous cub. And why it was that hard to crush him.

Now that humbled Joab, time and again.

But then he was a soldier.

And ending lives was his call.

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