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Sons of the Flaming Throne 2 – Ch. 5 | KT OLLA

THE search for a beautiful one for David proved difficult. As in those times, women were betrothed to men from when they were girls.

So, every girl was a wife to be. And every boy was a husband in the works.

Therefore, finding a woman was like finding the morning glory blooms at night. Everyone called beauty was already taken.

Benaiah was the one who chose the search team.

The man had been loyal to David in every aspect of work. And he knew so well that the king wouldn’t want a betrothed woman from him.

Yes, that man was familiar with the king enough to know a story like this.

He recalled the case of Uriah’s wife. A woman David had taken from her husband before killing him.

That woman rose to be King David’s favourite queen. She became his flower bloom, placing behind his other wives.

She budded and blossomed, and became so fruitful. So her sons grew up to be heirs apparent.

But this queen was now old, like petals sag when the day dusks. And no matter how she tried, she couldn’t stop the elders from doing this. 

Her name was Bathsheba. And Benaiah remembered her case.

Now Benaiah wouldn’t stay on Bathsheba’s story. But he also recalled David’s path in finding her.

How he committed adultery with her. Staged a brutal death for her husband. And then married her after the man had been taken away.

He remembered this abominations, along with the penalty for the sins. So, he wouldn’t dare to steal a woman this time. Lest he bring down the king’s house in flames.

Now the man ordered the search to be expanded beyond Jerusalem. As he felt there must still be some women who couldn’t get engaged as girls. Those who could have grown up but still own no man.

Benaiah hoped there was at least one. And yet he wanted her beautiful.

Thus, the party of men sent to find her combed Israel. They searched the land from Dan to Beersheba. From the farthest north to the furthest south.

But the team couldn’t find their jewel, anywhere. She became rarer than the costliest pearl.

But there in Jerusalem, the weather was still killing. And King David grew colder in the arms of winter.

So when the search party returned, and there was no damsel riding with them, Benaiah couldn’t take that tiding as verdict.

‘No, there must still be someone in Israel! Someone still waiting for a man. And only because the king’s still waiting for her!

‘Definitely, there must be a girl kept in wait for our king!’

And that said, the elder prepared himself for travel.

For the next day, he led a noble convoy to bring a damsel home.

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