THE young queen’s ride into the palace was a quiet one. There were no horns and trumpets. Like there were when David wed his first, the wife of his youth.
No, there were no drums and dances, sparkles of a lavish nuptial. Like it was the case in the days of Michal daughter of Saul.
Like it is with the first of someone’s love.
But then the young new bride shone that whole day like the moon appears and brightens a night. For when she appeared in front of David’s palace, even the stone walls found their life.
Fair Abisha arrived in the royal caravan and the glister in that procession was this damsel so beautiful for any man to own.
Everyone stopped and looked, and wondered why she was just arriving. Why she wasn’t born when their king was her age.
And even Abisha marvelled that she was born for this.
The young beautiful bride was led out of the gilded cart, and she walked a palms bounded lane into David’s court.
Her steps were showered with costly spikenards as she walked up a path she’d never dreamed.
She heard the cheers of the courtiers and servants; so she knew her curse had really turned a blessing.
Abisha was so overwhelmed by the welcome. She felt really grateful for the turn of her tide.
Again, she wondered if she’d really see David. And when she lingered, it beat her more that she was his. That she was his wife.
So that night when the fairest one came in to David, the weather-beaten king woke up and glared.
He sighted something he couldn’t place in words. He sighted something more forceful than the love of a mistress.
He looked and beheld. And there in front of him was beauty in her purest form.
He felt her touch and caress in the keenest sense. He saw a young love with her fires. And his soul woke up beneath his skin.
Now when the king came alive, he only stared and gaped. For the ardent polygamist could not have her laid, as sizzling and enticing as her touches were.
He could not sleep, and yet he could not sleep with her. He was too old to lay with a new wife.
Still he could not lie, nor could he lay with her. There was no way he could make love this way.
And so, the monarch stopped and rested; and he was refreshed in the tender warmth of his wife’s cuddle.
For this was the sentence for a whole life lived for women’s love. When the evil days come and one would say there is no pleasure.
Now King David’s rightful heir would wed Abisha as wife, when the man reigns in the place of his father.
And so, David stopped and rested. For he’d spent his own life.
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