When he saw the blood, repentance and worship ensued. Upon entering the dark cave, our eyes catch a distant, flickering light. It is unclear just how we are able to arrive there so quickly during the night. A full moon has certainly aided our journey. Drawing near the light, the men who we’d left to guard the king are alerted to our approach. Our bodies are exhausted beyond belief. My ankle is severely swollen, and the pain is intense. Eleazar has a shattered forearm from a severe blow he absorbed during the fight. Most bloodied amongst us is Shammah, but it seems his dark stains are mostly those of other men. Being steadied to walk only by the support of the extended arms of these men, we are a hobbled mass of cuts and bruises. “Where is the king?” I inquire of the men. “He sleeps,” is the reply, “just beyond the light, behind that rock to the left.” “Wake him, and meet us at the fire,” I instruct them....
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