THE Fourth Prince’s letters were soon dispatched around. And when the recipients got the notes, they knew what the young one was scheming; even when he’d got it shrouded in the guise of worship.
They remembered Absalom and how he got many people on his side among the nobles.
But times had changed; so they thought themselves smarter than those folk who sacrificed their lives for the boy.
Now those nobles caught this new boy in his game indeed; but they weren’t cross with him at all. For right there, they were ready to play along, and even guide him where he knew nothing.
And so, when the men opened their letters and saw the content, they cleared their throats and went into their secret chambers to read.
‘It isn’t a bad idea to watch things play out,’ some reasoned. ‘And if things fail, we back out immediately.’
Yet some others were more willing. ‘We can stake our ambitions on this small boy. He looks easy, so we can drive him ourselves.’
Now the letter went as follows.
Revered Elders of Israel,
I looked up to my father, King of our nation, since I was a child. But since the days I’ve been looking to him, I have found that he has always looked up to something else…
And that something is Someone mightier than all beings. I have found my father to always look up to the living God.
Now, I have lived my days with the hope that I can take after David in rites and worship…
So today I have thought to sacrifice to the great God whom my father serves. I have prepared to make a burnt offering at the altar by the spring of En Rogel.
Still, who am I to go before the God of Israel and render offerings? I am still a man who needs the guidance of the elders.
So I write to you, elders of Israel, pray lead my hand.
From the Fourth Prince of David,
Adonijah.
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Now Adonijah himself could not trust the men to follow him to great lengths. Yet he didn’t want to lose their presence and support.
So when he’d considered going to the remote town of Hebron to offer sacrifices at the mountains there – like Absalom his model had, he doubted his cheerers could go the mile for him.
No, they wouldn’t follow him that much, he thought. They wouldn’t wield their swords to fight or fall for his sake. He saw they wouldn’t walk a mile for him.
So, the man had decided to simply carry out his plans there in Jerusalem. And he chose the altar by a small spring called En Rogel.
Now, when those elders saw his choice of place, they laughed. For they read him that much as to find it a joke.
But even so, they were ready to help him win. So they swore to him that he was their choice.
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