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Sons of the Flaming Throne 2 – Ch. 18 | KT OLLA

ADONIJAH woke up the next day and told himself he must work if he must win the king’s wife. So he went back to the roads and resumed his parade all about town.

This time, however, the man extended his tour beyond the borders of the capital. He went touring the hinterlands also, alongside neighbouring cities and towns.

He’d do his parade all day long; and by night he’d lodge somewhere on his journey and study the scroll more. The parchment scroll that S’alom wrote.

Yes, Adonijah did this hard work to win the throne and own Abisha. He did this for about four long months.

Then at the end of that tour throughout all Israel, the Fourth Prince returned home one night to study the parchment script. He spent time and energy interpreting the map to understand his next move.

Well, after a bit of time he was able to untangle the knots...

Now he realized he was after nothing if he was only after a girl. That he was chasing the wind if he wouldn’t race to own David’s men, too.

So that midnight, his thoughts landed on two among David’s foremost ones, whose eyes bore in them a silent glint of betrayal.

Joab, Commander of Israel’s army under David. He was a kin much closer to the king than any of his sons or wives.

Then, Abiathar the Priest. The younger of the two high priests officiating in the David’s reign.

He was the father to Jona, errand boy for the king during Absalom’s revolt. He served on the priestly team as the assistant to his brother Zadok.

Now these men had been nothing short than great followers, faithful even when princes had chosen to oust their father. And they had been this because they wouldn’t stoop low.

But times have passed, and they’d grown. They’d aged and become elders.

They’d changed from being the faithful souls that wouldn’t stoop. Because they’d suddenly felt entitled.

Now it was easy for the young schemer to spot the faithful friends.

Nay, those faithfuls who had turned aside to bitterness.


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