PRINCE Adonijah turned about; then he beckoned to the leader of his fifty. The man rode closer to his side as the prince spoke to him.
‘Loud it; let the boys sound my praise! Sound it so loud that the deaf will say they heard! Come on, loud it more!’
He spoke the words in the man’s hearing, as he motioned him to get going right away.
Yet while his aide left to dispatch the order, he couldn’t stay quiet and so he pestered the men himself.
‘Loud it, boys! Loud the praise of Adonijah, the Fourth Prince! Make it break my ears, come on!!’
But the man didn’t know he’d gone so audible. As he wanted his standing to impress the old man in the convoy, in order to win him for his campaign.
Yet now that he was being so loud, Benaiah wasn’t impressed—to say the least.
So then, as the soldiers joined their voices with the crowd, and the chants of Adonijah’s praise was bursting the eardrums, Benaiah only looked their way and chuckled.
Then he sent a signal to their pilot horsemen to hasten on. As he knew they were on to a more urgent business.
The next moment, their wagons picked up their pace again; so the procession swept past like a moving cloud.
Adonijah turned about when he heard the caravan moving. He looked that way and realized he’d been ignored.
He stood there pained to his soul. He just watched as the wagons left.
But then again, as everyone took their eyes off the prince and back to the road, there was one in that company whose attention was caught by the cheers.
And that fellow was the young and beautiful Abisha.
Now the fair maiden had tried to stay still in her caravan all day long. Not knowing if those praises were meant to welcome her to the palace.
And even though she was curious to see what the city looked like, she was also cautious about showing her interest.
Yet, in spite of everything, Abisha heard a voice too curious to resist. It was a thick broad voice of a young man.
And it was the Fourth Son of David who spoke.
Therefore, she begged her attendants to be allowed to look. And since she had stayed really graceful the whole time, they were so willing to let her.
Now with a light and swift hand, Abisha reached for the window and raised the curtain. And out of it she popped her face to look.
In that moment when the caravan popped out a face, Adonijah’s heart leapt out of its cavity as his eyes bulged.
For he saw some spotless beauty. Tempting and arresting in its pure innocence.
And right there, he forgot his concerns about the leaving convoy. And he lusted for the beautiful lass in the train.
He looked, and glared, and smacked his lips. He burned and lusted to have her as his. He gasped, and died, and sighed many times.
Then Abisha saw everything and knew. She knew those kind of men everywhere in town. So she hid herself and faced the road.
That moment the prince’s heart crashed to pieces. For he saw the girl’s eyes and knew he caught her.
He thought he should have hidden his stare, but he saw there is no girl that wouldn’t know. He knew he’d only had the ones who let him.
So right then, he found himself another goal. And it was to sit as king and have that damsel as his.
But that instant when the Fourth Son coveted Abisha, he never knew he was pitched against a Rock.
For he would fight the God of David, and Israel.
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