“So this is the mighty Judean warrior who slew Goliath?” The skepticism in King Achish’s voice was evident. “Yes, my lord.” The soldier standing before him was insistent. “I was there, I saw it happen! And I’ve seen him at the front of Shaul’s army many times since then. And we’ve all heard the song…
Doeg stood with a couple of the king’s herdsmen as they awaited their turn to bring the animals they led for the sacrifice. The king was quite particular about making sure the correct sacrifices were made – something Doeg had learned in his relatively short time in Shaul’s service. Another thing Doeg had learned was…
Abner, general-in-chief of King Shaul’s armed forces, had grown used to awkward family dinners. When the king’s oldest son and heir to the throne was best friends with a man the king hated with the heat of a thousand suns, and when one of the king’s daughters was married to him…well…conversations tended to die out…
Abner spurred his horse ahead, trying desperately to keep up with his master, Shaul, king of Israel. For his part, Shaul rode like a man possessed. Ever since trying, and failing, to skewer David to the wall with his spear, the king had descended even further into the darkness, forgetting his royal duties in his…
Michal peered through the upstairs window at the moonlit street below. The two men lounging against the wall were doing their best to appear nonchalant…and failing miserably. Michal turned to her husband who paced back and forth in the middle of the room. Even in the shadows she could tell that he had been running…
“How is this possible?” Shaul, king of Israel, was not pleased. The question, directed at Abner, his chief general, was not one that could be easily answered, due to the fact that an honest answer would make the king even more angry. Abner shifted his weight from one foot to the other uncomfortably. He glanced…
Yakob ben Ibrahim trudged along the dusty road together with the roughly two hundred fighting men who made up the cohort under the command of the young Judean named David. Despite the heat of the day and the exhaustion from their exploits of the past few days, the men were in a buoyant mood. Their…
Yakob ben Ibrahim, of the tribe of Benjamin, stood clutching his spear and watching the scene unfolding before him, his heart in the pit of his stomach. Two armies were drawn up against each other in a wide valley. Between them, a wiry wisp of an adolescent boy strode with grim determination towards the enemy…
Shaul, king over the twelve tribes of Israel, was in a royal funk. He sat…or rather slouched…on his throne, head on his chest, mumbling incoherently. His attendants and officials had long-since learned that, when he got into one of his moods, it was best not to bother him. For if there was anything worse than…
David doesn’t break stride as he runs up the last rise, at the top of which stands his family’s home. Chasing sheep all over the hills surrounding Beit Lechem has built up his endurance to the point where he hasn’t needed to stop once since leaving the sheep in the care of his friend. Even…