BENAIAH chose to beam his searchlight on just one place. He decided to go up to the northern tribe of Israel and comb through the land.
It was the Israelite tribe of Dan that occupied the northern borders of the country.
They were a small, quiet tribe. They were also the last of Israel’s tribes to find a place to claim in Canaan.
The elder chose that quiet territory of the Danite people as the last hope for everyone.
He had reasoned along this line.
‘If the Danites are a remote quiet people, living their lives far in the hinterland…
‘Then they may very well have a maiden who was never betrothed to a man unlike others everywhere.
‘Why, they barely have anything to do with our sons living their lives about towns. So there may be, at least, one young maiden who hasn’t found a man growing up.
‘Yes, there should be one girl waiting for us!’
Therefore, the man set out towards Dan in the far north. He led a caravan of a few court officials, along with palace retainers.
It was a stately party that rode up north to find the queen.
That noble team scaled the heights for many days on end. They passed through the regions of Benjamin, Ephraim and Manasseh. But Benaiah never gave those places a chance.
Indeed, those regions were closer to the capital. So they were the first places the previous party would have searched.
And if they could not find the new one there, vast and endless as the lands were, then Benaiah wasn’t going to stop anywhere close.
But he got to Manasseh and had a second thought.
Well, it wasn’t that Manasseh wasn’t searched previously. But only the western division of that tribe was thoroughly combed.
The eastern part of Manasseh, which lay on the other side of the Jordan river, was not fully searched.
That side, as the reports had it, was only searched by records.
So the travelling elder had a rethink.
He decided that he would cross the river to East Manasseh, and see the place for himself. Then he could proceed to his target place and comb all of Dan for her.
But Jordan wasn’t a river anyone could cross anywhere. The running flow boasted of a strong torrent and a great depth.
Yet there was this place ahead in that region of West Manasseh, where he rode. That place ahead had its Jordan flow gentle. Its streams were also narrow and shallow.
That valley with its brook overlooking West Manasseh was the land of Issachar, a small tribe of Israel’s stock.
Now Benaiah decided to travel there and rest awhile. Thereafter he would cross over to find the queen.
Or, so the old man thought.
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