Hezekiah wondered how he could calm their fears and restore their faith; then he recalled how his grandfather had rea.s.sured him and strengthened his faith so long ago.
""The Lord is my light and my salvation-whom shall I fear?" " he quoted gently. ""The Lord is the stronghold of my life-of whom shall I be afraid? ... Though an army besiege me, my heart will not fear; though war break out against me, even then will I be confident... . For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle and set me high upon a rock... .Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord." "
He saw that his words had calmed them. The women wiped their tears and bowed to him in grat.i.tude. "Come with me, Eliakim," he said, and instead of returning to the palace, they walked down the hill into the city. As they mingled with the frightened people in the streets, a large crowd quickly gathered around them.
"What"s going to happen to us?"
"Your Majesty, the a.s.syrians promised they would take us to a land like our own. They"ll let us live if we do what they say."
"King Hezekiah, why don"t you accept the a.s.syrians" offer and surrender?"
"Yes, please! Before we"re all slaughtered!"
"Listen to me," Hezekiah said. "The Torah says, "When you go to war against your enemies and see horses and chariots and an army greater than yours, do not be afraid of them, because the Lord your G.o.d, who brought you up out of Egypt, will be with you ... to fight for you against your enemies to give you victory." "
"But the a.s.syrians have battering rams and siege towers! What if the city walls can"t keep them out?"
""G.o.d is our refuge and strength," " Hezekiah replied, " "an everpresent help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea ... The Lord Almighty is with us; the G.o.d of Jacob is our fortress." "
All afternoon Hezekiah walked among his people, calming their fears with words of a.s.surance, soothing them with the psalms of David. Eliakim took over for the king after his voice went hoa.r.s.e and gave out. Gradually, the two heard less talk of surrender, more words of faith and trust.
""Do not fret because of evil men," " Eliakim told one group in the marketplace, " "or be envious of those who do wrong; for like the gra.s.s they will soon wither, like green plants they will soon die away... . Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for him... . For evil men will be cut off, but those who hope in the Lord will inherit the land." "
"But how can G.o.d possibly save us?" someone cried from the crowd. Before Hezekiah could answer, Isaiah suddenly stepped up beside him and rested his hand on Hezekiah"s shoulder.
"May I answer his question, Your Majesty?"
His sudden appearance stunned Hezekiah. He hadn"t seen Isaiah since their confrontation on the palace steps. "Certainly, Rabbi!" He took a step back and waited as the power of G.o.d filled the prophet.
""Woe to the a.s.syrian, the rod of my anger, in whose hand is the club of my wrath!" When the Lord has finished all his work against Mount Zion and Jerusalem, he will say, "I will punish the king of a.s.syria for the willful pride of his heart and the haughty look in his eyes. For he says: "By the strength of my hand I have done this, and by my wisdom, because I have understanding. I removed the boundaries of nations, I plundered their treasuries; like a mighty one I subdued their kings... .""
"Therefore, the Lord Almighty will send a wasting disease upon his st.u.r.dy warriors; under his pomp a fire will be kindled like a blazing flame... . In a single day it will burn and consume his thorns and his briers. The splendor of his forests and fertile fields it will completely destroy, as when a sick man wastes away. And the remaining trees of his forests will be so few that a child could write them down.
"In that day the remnant of Israel, the survivors of the house of Jacob, will no longer rely on him who struck them down but will truly rely on the Lord, the Holy One of Israel... . Therefore, this is what the Lord Almighty, says: "O my people who live in Zion, do not be afraid of the a.s.syrians, who beat you with a rod... .Very soon my anger against you will end and my wrath will be directed to their destruction." "
The crowd stood in hushed silence when Isaiah finished. The a.s.syrians would be destroyed in a single day. That could only mean the Egyptians would defeat them.
"Thank you, Rabbi," Hezekiah murmured. Then he and Eliakim began the long walk back up the hill to the palace.
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The light of thousands of campfires twinkled in the darkness outside the city walls when the urgent message came for Eliakim in the council room: His family needed him at home.
"Why? What"s wrong? Did they say why?"
"No, my lord."
"Go ahead," Hezekiah told him. "There"s nothing more you can do here tonight."
Eliakim hurried down the hill, fighting panic. Was something wrong with Jerusha? His father? One of the children? They had never disturbed him at the palace before, so it must be urgent. He burst through the door and found Hilkiah waiting for him in the front hall.
"What is it, Abba? What happened?"
Hilkiah gripped his shoulders and pushed him down onto the bench by the door. "Sit down. Listen to me first."
After all of the stress he had endured that day, Eliakim wondered why his father"s pale face frightened him the most.
"Jerusha... ?"
"She"s upstairs. She needs you."
"Just tell me what happened, Abba!"
"She went to the wall."
"Oh, G.o.d of Abraham-no!"
"She was watching when you came through the gate. She collapsed."
"But why did she go there? I told her not to. Is she all right?" He tried to stand, but Hilkiah forced him down again.
"You have a new son."
"But it"s too soon-"
"I know. The baby is very small. And it was a difficult birth. He was positioned backward."
"Oh, no ... Jerusha! Is she ... is the baby... ?"
"We think Jerusha is all right, but there"s no way to tell. She won"t let the midwife come near her. She"s terrified that someone is going to take her baby away from her."
Eliakim moaned. "She thinks she"s back with the a.s.syrians, doesn"t she?"
"We didn"t know what to do, son. I"m sorry."
"Let me see her."
Hilkiah gripped his arm. "Go slowly, son."
Eliakim bolted up the stairs, then slipped quietly into the room. The bed was empty. He found Jerusha huddled in a ball in the corner, rocking back and forth, making the eerie, keening cry of mourning. The baby lay motionless in her arms, still smeared with dried blood. Eliakim couldn"t tell if he was dead or asleep.
"Jerusha?" he said. The keening stopped.
"Stay away from me!" she said in a voice he had never heard before. This was someone else, not his beloved wife.
"Bring me a basin of warm water," Eliakim whispered to the midwife hovering behind him. Then he began to pray. G.o.d, help me. Show me what to do. He had faced the leader of the most powerful army in the world hours earlier, but now Eliakim was more terrified than he had ever been in his life. He couldn"t lose Jerusha. But how could he pull her back?
The midwife handed him the basin and clean cloths, and Eliakim edged slowly into the room. Jerusha clutched the baby tightly to herself, and he saw one of his son"s tiny hands fly open, then slowly close again. He was still alive. Eliakim looked down at the floor, avoiding Jerusha"s wild eyes, not wanting to frighten her.
"I"ve brought you some water-to wash him with."
She didn"t reply.
"He should be clean when everyone sees him. Don"t you want to be proud of what a lovely son you have?"
He talked soothingly as he edged closer, crouching down. He slid the basin of water toward her, then waited. He could hear his son making a soft grunting sound as he struggled to breathe. He had been born almost a month too soon.
"We have a new son, Jerusha-someone for Jerimoth and Tirza to play with. Have they seen their little brother yet? Let"s make him pretty before they come in to see him, all right?" He dipped a cloth in the water and wrung it out, then tried to wash his son"s arm. Jerusha coiled back, s.n.a.t.c.hing the baby out of his reach.
"Here. You do it, Jerusha. You make our new son all pretty and clean." He pressed the cloth into Jerusha"s hand. She looked down at the baby in her arms. Slowly she began to wash him: first one arm, then the other one, then his body and legs. Her eyes shone with tears as she gently smoothed the water over his head. It was covered with curly dark hair like Eliakim"s. He watched her study each tiny finger and toe; then she bent to kiss the baby"s forehead.
"He"s beautiful, Jerusha. I"m so proud of you. Before you know it, he"ll be running all over the house like our other two children, racing in and out ... banging doors ... begging Abba for horsey rides... ." Eliakim paused to wipe away a tear that had rolled down his face. He hadn"t realized that he was crying.
"What shall we name him, Jerusha?"
Suddenly she looked up at him, and her eyes had lost their wild look. She was almost herself again, but still terribly frightened. Slowly, carefully, as if she were a wild bird that might fly away, Eliakim reached out to take her hand.
"I love you, Jerusha."
"Eliakim?" Her voice sounded very small, as if it came from far away.
"Yes, it"s me. Can I see our new son?"
She eased her tight grip on the baby, and Eliakim carefully crept closer until he could see his tiny face, red and wrinkly like his other two children"s had been. He was frighteningly small and not breathing quite right, but he was alive. Eliakim slid his arm around Jerusha"s shoulder as he sat down beside her.
"He"s beautiful, Jerusha. And I love both of you so much." For a moment she gazed at him as if he was a stranger; then a flicker of recognition crossed her face.
"Eliakim?"
"Yes, my love."
"Please don"t let him take my baby."
"No one is ever going to take my son away from you."
"But he"s here ... I saw him. I saw Iddina. And he took my baby once before."
Eliakim felt a chill pa.s.s through him as he recognized the name: "I am Iddina, Rabshekah to Emperor Sennacherib."
G.o.d of Abraham, it couldn"t be! Out of hundreds of thousands of a.s.syrian soldiers, was Iddina the officer who had captured Jerusha?
If Eliakim had known who Iddina was when he"d faced him that morning, he would have killed him with his bare hands.
He wrapped his arms around Jerusha and their baby and held them close. "We"ll name him Joshua-the Lord saves-because no one is ever going to hurt you or our son. We"re going to be safe, I promise you. G.o.d is going to take care of all of us."
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Iddina prowled restlessly around the a.s.syrian camp, reviewing the day"s events in his mind. He should be inside the city of Jerusalem right now, not locked outside the gates.
He had a.s.sured Sennacherib that he could force a surrender. Now what was he supposed to do? A siege of this mountain fortress would take months, and there wasn"t time for it. The emperor wanted to move on to Egypt. The surrender of Judah should be over with by now.
He recalled Sennacherib"s words: "I made King Hezekiah a prisoner in Jerusalem, like a bird in a cage," but that wasn"t good enough for Iddina. Why hadn"t the foolish king of Judah surrendered to him? He had hoped that his terrifying speech would cause the citizens on the wall to revolt, and he couldn"t understand their loyalty to Hezekiah under such hopeless circ.u.mstances. Iddina had defeated all of Judah"s allies except for the Egyptians, and they would prove too weak to help, as Hezekiah would soon see. But what galled Iddina the most was Hezekiah"s refusal to answer his summons. The king had sent his second-in-command instead of coming out himself! What a preposterous bluff! Surely he must know he was already defeated. Well, this puny king and his officials would soon experience a.s.syria"s power. They would show the proper fear when he tortured them and staked them to the ground to be flayed alive! Let them cry out to their imageless G.o.d then!
Gradually the routine sounds of army camp had a calming effect on Iddina, soothing his rage. The night sky was clear, and the brilliant moon illuminated the valley like daylight. He loved war: the camaraderie around the campfires, the sound of soldiers sharpening their swords against stones, the keen alertness and bravado of young soldiers out to prove themselves.
When he heard the laughter and shouts of soldiers playing a game, he followed the sound to the garbage dump on the edge of camp. Four young soldiers armed with slings cavorted like boys in the moonlight. As Iddina walked closer, the laughter abruptly stopped, and the four men froze at attention. Iddina usually loved the power and fear he inflicted on others, but for the first time he found he missed the companionship of his fellow soldiers.
"As you were," he said, but his presence had unnerved them. "What"s going on?"
"We were practicing, sir. Shooting rats." The soldier edged nervously toward a clearing a few feet away and bent to retrieve his prey. Rats were a common sight near the camp dumps, but the one that the soldier held aloft by the tail was the biggest Iddina had ever seen. The rat was plump and well-fed, its long gray tail as fat as his finger, its black eyes glimmering like onyx stones in the moonlight. Iddina glimpsed two rows of pointed teeth as the soldier flung the rat onto a three-foot-high mound of garbage.
Iddina was about to move on and leave the soldiers to their fun when it struck him as unusual for the garbage mound to be so large after only one day in camp. He walked closer and saw that it wasn"t garbage, but a large pile of dead rats. He detected movement in the pile, convulsive twitches of the dead, or perhaps a few rats that weren"t quite dead. As he stared, the other soldiers scooped up three more dead rats and tossed them on top. Iddina guessed there were close to fifty rats on the mound.
"How long have you been out here shooting?" he asked.
Their spokesmen cleared his throat nervously as if unsure if he faced rebuke. "Only a little while, sir-since dark."
"You"re lying. You couldn"t possibly have killed this many rats in such a short time, even if you"re excellent marksmen."
"But there are thousands of them around camp, sir. It didn"t take long at all."
"We were wondering what kind of filthy people these Judeans were that they"d tolerate this many rats so close to the city," another soldier added.
"Would you care to try for one, sir?" The soldier handed Iddina a square of soft leather with thongs attached to each side. Iddina hefted the sling, remembering the long hours he"d spent practicing in his youth, learning to time the swing, letting go at the precise moment to send the stone hurtling to its mark. He remembered the feel of the loaded sling whirling through the air, the sound it made as it rushed past his ear, the satisfying thud when the stone struck its target. He had spent hours practicing, planning, concentrating on each step until the sling had become an extension of his arm and the entire process was as natural and uncalculated as breathing. He had become a superior slingman, and he knew he would never lose his skill. When the soldier offered him a stone, Iddina took it.
"Watch the clearing over there, sir." The lad pointed to a patch of moonlight some thirty feet away, where another soldier tossed bits of rotting meat.
Iddina wrapped one of the thongs around his wrist and across his palm, dropped the stone into the sling, and began swinging it above his head. He glimpsed the awe in the soldiers" eyes at his skill. Almost before the meat touched the ground, five huge rats darted from the shadows to fight over it. Iddina had only seconds to release the loosened thong from his fingers and send the stone to its mark. But in the split second when he should have let go, he suddenly recalled the Philistine priests" bizarre story-Judah"s unseen G.o.d had once sent an army of rats to destroy His enemies.
The unsettling thought caused Iddina"s hand to falter, and he released the stone a heartbeat too late. By the time it thudded to the ground, the rats had retreated into the shadows.
There were no cheers from the watching soldiers nor the usual groans after a near-miss. They stood tense and silent as Iddina handed the sling back to its owner. Then he stalked away to his tent.
Late that night Iddina lay on his mat in the darkness, unable to sleep. What bothered him more than the fact that he had missed was the unfamiliar twinge of superst.i.tious fear that had caused it. It was so much like the terror that had haunted him most of his childhood, a fear he thought he had long outgrown. He remembered lying awake like this, terrified of his father"s avenging spirit and the demons that would accompany him. He recalled his frenzied offerings to appease the G.o.ds, the dozens of spirit houses he had built to pacify them, the amulets and charms he had made to ward off unseen horrors. He had become the bravest warrior, the finest marksman, the swiftest swordsman so that he would never need to be afraid again. He had conquered his fear by conquering the G.o.ds of the spirit world and placing their images where he could see and control them. But now he faced an unseen G.o.d whose image he couldn"t seize and control, a G.o.d who sent an army of rats to guard his golden throne in Jerusalem.
As he lay in the darkness, Iddina suddenly felt the warm brush of a furry body move past his face. He froze, listening and alert. Now he heard more of them, skittering across the floor of his tent, gnawing on his leather sandal straps, squealing softly as they fought over a discarded morsel of food. He slowly turned his head and stared in horror at the floor of his tent. It had come alive in the moonlight, a writhing carpet of furry creatures. His skin crawled as if they slithered across his body.
With his heart hammering against his ribs, he slowly reached beside him for his dagger. Another rat glided past his arm. He shuddered as he brushed aside the large rat that perched on top of his dagger, gnawing the leather-wrapped handle grip. He picked up his weapon.
Then with lightning speed, Iddina sat up, crying out with fury as he pitched the knife into the center of the wiggling ma.s.s of animals beside him. He heard a flurry of squeals and skittering movements as the rats fled in all directions, brushing over his bare feet and past his legs. Their feral smell filled his nostrils, making him gag.
In the aftermath of their flight, one high-pitched squeal continued to sound. Iddina lit a lamp and saw the rat that his dagger had pinioned. It struggled futilely for several more seconds before it finally twitched convulsively, then lay still. Iddina stared at it in disbelief. He had never seen a rat so large. Like the others at the dump, it was as plump and healthy as a household pet.
Iddina set the lamp on the floor and pulled his knife out of the rat"s body. He wiped the blood off on its fur, then sat cross-legged with the rat in front of him. He had come too far, been through too many battles, to feel like a superst.i.tious child again, but he couldn"t ignore the chill of fear that slithered through his veins.
Slowly, reverently, he cut his prey into pieces, setting aside a limp gray foot, the three-inch tip of snaking tail, a clump of bristly whiskers, a piece of jawbone with a row of pointed teeth. Then, as he had done so often as a boy, he fashioned the pieces into an amulet and tied them to a long leather thong. When he finished, he knotted the thong around his neck and slipped the amulet beneath his tunic. Then he crawled back into bed, his hands still sticky with the rat"s blood.
Iddina knew he could defeat any G.o.d foolish enough to confront him, especially with an army as pitiful as Judah"s. But he didn"t know what strategy to use against an unseen G.o.d who sent an army of rats. Fight fair, G.o.d of Judah! he wanted to shout. Fight the way you"re supposed to fight, with warriors and weapons-not slithering vermin!