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Sons of the Flaming Throne 2 – Ch. 4 | KT OLLA

THE Fourth Prince stepped out of the house at last. Out of the study chamber he’d shut himself in for days.

It was a new dawn after many nights, at least for a man buried for so long in books… as the sun rose in the sky and thawed the heaps of snow.

Days had passed since Adonijah found the parchment he called treasure. And every night since that scroll fell in his hands, he had used his bedtime for study.

His daytime wasn’t also free from contemplations.

Now it was dawn after another long night. The prince opened his locked doors and stepped in his small open yard.

He was stuck on a point in his study. So he stepped out while the day dawned. He wanted to catch some light and breathe.

But soon after the stressed man was out to bask, he found himself reasoning again. Like it was two men talking in his head.

Now I know why S’alom failed. I know what he did. Or, what he didn’t do!

The Third One had set out on a wrong foot. So it was the launch that ruined everything.

He spoke up now – like it was an onlooker who did: ‘Mm, that is it; you’re right! But what could he have gotten wrong?’

A moment’s silence followed, as the prince went for a boulder and sat. He settled down and wrapped himself up in a blanket.

The thoughts flowed in his mind.

Absalom has it well when he took over the city gate.

Yes, he got that one right. If not, it wouldn’t have worked out, winning the nation to himself.

His plan was apt again when he bought an entourage of fifty swordsmen.

But…! Wait a moment…

‘But… really! Really!!’ he whispered aloud now. For it seemed he’d got nothing else in mind.

Suddenly, the prince found himself speaking up again, as though another speaker rode his voice.

The thoughts poured out much. It was as free as a pour of air. And they rolled out before he ever knew what they’d do.

‘Yes, that’s it! S’alom should have offered the sacrifice to the Lord, when he promised Israel he was going to Hebron to!

‘He should have given God whatever He wanted. Nobody dares mess with that sort of rites after all, and still expects to reign!

‘If there is no place for anything at all, I know there is a place for worship and devotion.

‘Or how does that fool expects to win the great Throne of David, if he doesn’t settle the Almighty with whatever He wants?

‘What would it have cost him to do just that? Then he could have gone on to the main business after that!

‘After all, somebody’s got to appease a greater power to hold power! Or what was Absalom thinking?!’

He beat his chest with resolve. ‘Now this is where I the Fourth Son shall not fail!

‘Adonijah shall definitely be King!’

Instantly, the man heard a round of applause poured in for him. He jolted up to his feet and looked around.

Everything was quiet. Then he knew he’d only heard the praises in his mind. But it was an applause from the bottom of Hades.

For the ways of God were never like man’s.

Nor is God an idol that men appease with things.

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