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Sons Of The Flaming Throne – Ch.49 | KT OLLA

IT was a frightening war for Absalom’s army, as about twenty thousand soldiers of his fell.

Yet Joab and his soldiers didn’t do much with their weapons. As it was said of that war: that there were more that were killed by the woods, than the blades and spears of men hacked down.

The oaks and the wild branches. The rough pines with their twigs. Even the roots and the boughs of huge sycamores.

Everything green heard the call from the sky. And they caught and shredded people.

It was the sentence for all the rot and wrath that lasted so long in Israel. As the time to cleanse her tainted throne was then.

Absalom had pledged to destroy his father himself. And so he raced his animal on a desperate flight through the woods.

But the young man wasn’t fleeing from the army chasing his men. Neither was he racing away to buy time for a sudden counter. When he’d be able to turn about and launch his fight.

No, Absalom had sworn his life to find David and butcher him to pieces. Like he wasted the kin who touched his sister.

And so, the young king sped with the wrath of a mad dragon. He would not stop nor hear the pleas for caution.

He slashed off each branch that swayed to block his path, as he fled on his huge wild mount. He took them out of the way with one swing of the sword.

Then, as the young man whirled round the wood and pushed his way, his fiery breaths told the skies that he was unstoppable.

Yet the God of Heaven wouldn’t let a man lay his hand on His righteous one. He wouldn’t let the frustrated kid take it all out on David.

So He spoke in the boy’s ear to caution him some more. But the Third Prince was the wilful type; and so he wouldn’t listen.

He simply blurted the words: ‘There is no way I shall not kill him! Except only he takes his own life!’

So thereafter, Heaven went silent. And even the earth felt it.

For just right then, Absalom raced into a large branch of an oak tree, dropping its bough across his gaze.

Then the next moment, his flowing hair spreading its mass in the wind suddenly got caught between the twigs of that branch.

It was his whole mass of hair that rose up in the wind to meet the twigs. And the next instant he was hung up by his own hair.

Absalom’s hasty steed didn’t hear the call to stop. As it ran off from beneath the man on the angry chase he’d set him.

But the young king wasn’t even calling him back. For he hung up there in pain; and the more he struggled, the more he got tangled.

The branch was densely covered in leaves. And there was no sturdy thing up there in sight that he could simply clutch to.

He just hung up by his long mane for the first shocking moment.

Then in the next instant, he swung his arm to draw out his sword. And as he drew it out from its sheath so he could cut himself loose, the blade helplessly fell from his grip.

And as he watched it drop beneath him, he cried.

Absalom waited awhile for his soldiers to ride close. His last hope was in those men. They were the ones who could swing to his aid without him surrendering.

So he waited for a bit. Then after a while he saw a pack of his fighters charge near. They were being chased by an angry pack of warriors.

Still the man chose to call for help. So he called to his men with a loud cry.

But what followed hit the prince really much.

For it was a double stick of surprise.

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