NOW as Jona dragged his feet towards his allies in the vast Kidron Vale, the sudden shout of Solomon’s crowd startled him.
Jona glanced back and knew the shout, but he never expected the new king to be crowned so fast...
Still, he’d been crowned before he could run.
Right there the young man fell with trembling. He picked himself up again and ran. He fled heading for the camp of his true allies…
He fled so much he fell a hundred times one.
Now when the young spy arrived, while Adonijah was just rising up to reign, it was already too late; and Jona brought the camp bad news… it was a frightening sort of thing.
For that ill news, it scattered their entire party. Everyone fled, both guest and host – everybody. Not a soul could stand the coming of Water.
Adonijah mounted his mule and fled like the wind in a storm. Yes, Solomon was the fearful sort quite all right, but he was a dreadful kind of foe. And Adonijah must flee or he could die.
Now the Fourth One knew what his brother owned. That he owned the rarest kind of wisdom, at the beginning level.
For Solomon hardly needed man to show him things, and it was startling how he taught great men knowledge.
Still, if there was one thing Adonijah feared of the boy, it was this unearthly wisdom he possessed… however little of it Solomon claimed to have gained.
‘The fear of God is the beginning of wisdom,’ the chosen prince would explain.
‘And if there is a favour I would ask of God—if only the Most High does owe men a favour!—
‘Then I might ask Him to grant me wisdom as freely and liberally as the breath I breathe!’
Now Adonijah was afraid of Solomon. He was very wary of an intellect born from the fear of the Almighty. He was particularly in dread of the paths that God could guide his own.
Therefore the Fourth Son couldn’t flee beyond Jerusalem, running away from a brother. For Solomon would tail him everywhere he fled and bring his treachery to book.
Yet all Adonijah wanted, was to live. To somehow escape the sentence for high treason.
As, from the start, he hadn’t been staking quite much for the throne; so he wasn’t ready to lose his life for its sake.
Then, even when his supporters ran and left him alone, he didn’t feel betrayed by everyone who fled.
He wanted to escape the wrath of the new king. So now he chose to run to a place which the king himself feared.
A place which Fear could only spare.
Thus he turned his steed towards the Tabernacle of the Lord’s Presence, and he rode up the side of the northern city of Jerusalem hills.
Adonijah rode and sped like a frightened wind. He shuddered and trembled all the way there.
Now he reached the place at last, jumped down from the mount and ran in, clasping a last strand of hope.
The prince fell over the altar of worship, which meant refuge in a time of trouble; then he gripped the horns of that altar at the corners of the platform.
For as long as someone held onto those horns in that hallowed place, no one might slay him while he lingered there.
Then the man might go on to bargain with his assailant. And if things went fortunate for him, he could obtain his chaser’s pardon before he’d let go of those horns.
It was the Law of God delivered by Moses. Now it was the last hope the man clung to.
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