"Jerusha, stop ..."

"He's going to kill you and our children just like he killed my mother and father! He found me again! I led him here-to you!"

"Shh ... that's not true... ." Eliakim tried to hold her and calm her, but she fought him off. He backed away, afraid she would crush the baby in her arms. The rumbling of a.s.syrian horses and chariots grew louder, closer. Eliakim knew he had to go to the palace. He had to prevent the king from surrendering Jerusalem. But how could he leave Jerusha?

"Jerusha, listen to me, please ..."

"I should have stayed with Iddina. I never should have come here. I know what they'll do! I know all the terrible things!"

"Stop it! Listen to me! I promise you that Iddina won't hurt you. He won't hurt our children. He'll never set foot inside this city-I swear it to you. Don't you trust me?" She didn't answer. She lowered her head and sobbed. Eliakim took her by the shoulders, shaking her gently. "Jerusha, look at me! Do you trust me to protect you from him?"

She finally looked up. "I want to," she whispered.

"I will protect you! I swear it!" Eliakim didn't know how he would keep his promise, but he meant every word of it. He released her and raced into the hallway, shouting for the servants. "Where's my father?"

"He already left for the marketplace, my lord."

"Send someone to get him. I need him to stay with Jerusha while-"

"Lord Eliakim, I'll stay with her."

He leaned over the railing and was startled to see Hephzibah standing by his front door.

"Lady Hephzibah?" He couldn't imagine how or why she was there.

"Please, let me take care of her," Hephzibah said. And without waiting for his reply, she hurried up the stairs and walked past him into the bedroom. Jerusha's weeping edged toward hysteria as Hephzibah went to her.

"Jerusha, it's me, your friend Hephzibah."

"The a.s.syrians came back for me!" Jerusha cried. "They came back!" She stood beside the bed, frantically searching for a place to hide.

"Jerusha, look at me-I'm free! I'm out of my prison. Hezekiah forgave me. And G.o.d forgave me, too. He helped me escape, just like He helped you. Here-sit down on the bed beside me." She motioned to her, and Jerusha sat hesitantly on the edge of the bed as Hephzibah took her hand. "Will you teach me that psalm you recited, Jerusha? It was so beautiful, and I want to learn the words. How does it begin?"

Eliakim heard Jerusha draw a shuddering breath. " 'Praise ... praise the Lord, O my soul ... and forget not all his benefits... ."'

"Yes, that's the one. Will you teach it to me?"

"My baby ... Please don't let Iddina take him."

"May I see him, Jerusha? Oh, he's beautiful! So tiny and precious. A gift from G.o.d."

"Iddina took my baby before, and-"

"May I hold him? I don't have any children of my own. My baby died before he was born. May I hold him, just for a moment?"

Eliakim stared in amazement as Jerusha tenderly laid Joshua in Hephzibah's arms. He knew his wife still balanced dangerously on the edge of despair, but so far Hephzibah was holding her back, preventing her from falling. He had once forbidden their friendship; now he thanked G.o.d for it.

"Oh, look at him," Hephzibah murmured. "He's so sweet." Then she looked up at Eliakim. "King Hezekiah needs you, Eliakim. Go. I'll stay with Jerusha until you come back."

Hezekiah leaned against the top of the city wall as he watched the a.s.syrians pouring into the Kidron Valley once again. They had brought many more soldiers than the last time-thousands more- with horses and chariots and enough swords, bows, shields, and spears to fill the palace armory from floor to ceiling. He felt shaken, as if he were trying to stand still in the midst of an earthquake. He could do nothing but brace himself as the world around him tottered.

"They're surrounding the entire city this time," General Benjamin told him. This invasion was the same as the last one, except magnified in intensity and power. Dazed, Hezekiah watched the a.s.syrians stream endlessly into the valley and set up their camp. Then, as if reliving a nightmare, he saw them drag tall stakes into the clearing in front of the gate. He shuddered at what was coming.

"Dear G.o.d, please ... make them stop," he whispered. Again, he recognized the pitiful Judean prisoners being prodded forward; they were the elders of Lachish. Hezekiah gripped the wall and moaned when he saw his brother Gedaliah.

He felt the shock of Gedaliah's pain shudder through him as they impaled him, screaming, before his eyes. Hezekiah forced himself to watch, feeling as helpless as when he'd watched his other brothers die in Molech's flames, and he hated the a.s.syrians as much as he'd ever hated Molech.

"Shall I find another sharpshooter, Your Majesty?" General Benjamin asked.

Hezekiah remembered how Helez's young life had ended so tragically. "No. I can't ask one of my men to risk his life again. Gedaliah will die anyway. Nothing we do can save him."

"It is hopeless, Your Majesty," Shebna said. "We may as well surrender. No city has ever withstood an a.s.syrian siege, and-"

"No! Shut up, Shebna," Eliakim shouted as he raced up the stairs two at a time to join them. "Keep your fear to yourself, or get down off the wall!" Shebna backed away, giving his place at the edge to Eliakim. Hezekiah was relieved to see him.

"King Hezekiah!" a voice suddenly shouted from the valley below. The arrogant Rabshekah had come forward again, standing with his hands on his hips, challenging him. "King Hezekiah! I have a message for you from Emperor Sennacherib!"

"I'll go," Eliakim said.

"Take Shebna and Joah-"

"No. Let me go alone this time."

Eliakim saw his chance to keep his promise to Jerusha. He could make certain Iddina never hurt her again. But he didn't want to endanger Joah and Shebna.

"Let me go alone this time, Your Majesty."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Very well," Hezekiah said after a moment.

Eliakim quickly started down the stairs with General Benjamin following to supervise the guard at the gate. When they reached the bottom, Eliakim stopped.

"Let me borrow your dagger."

"My dagger? What for?"

"Self-defense." The general hesitated, studying him. Eliakim thought of his friend General Jonadab and unconsciously fingered the scar on his throat. Jonadab would have guessed why Eliakim wanted a weapon and would never have given it to him.

"You're not going to do something foolish, my lord?" General Benjamin asked.

"No. Of course not. You're wasting time. Give it to me."

Reluctantly, the general pulled his dagger from its sheath and handed it to him. It felt strange in Eliakim's hand, cold and menacing, and much heavier than he had expected. The general had finely honed both edges until they were paper thin and lethally sharp. Eliakim tucked it carefully under his belt on the left-hand side, hidden beneath his outer robe. Then he strode through the gate.

Iddina stood one hundred yards away, waiting for him. As Eliakim walked toward him, his hatred rapidly grew until it was almost out of control. He wanted to run forward and plunge the knife straight into Iddina's heart for what he had done to Jerusha. Iddina had raped and humiliated her. He had killed her first child. He had murdered her father and mother. Eliakim's tiny son had been born too soon and would likely die because of Iddina. He had tortured Eliakim's friend Jonadab. For all of these reasons, Iddina deserved to die.

But Eliakim resisted the urge to run. A double row of a.s.syrian warriors stood behind Iddina with swords and spears in hand. Eliakim would take his time. He would listen to the emperor's message. Then he would say, And I have a message for you ... He would reach inside his robe, as if to remove a scroll, but he would take a step closer and plunge the knife into Iddina's chest.

Eliakim knew he was committing suicide. He would never make it the one hundred yards back to the city gate alive. But he wasn't afraid. Iddina would die. Nothing else mattered. He would keep his promise to Jerusha. She would never have to fear Iddina again.

Thou shalt not kill.

The words of the Torah suddenly startled Eliakim, echoing through his mind as clearly as if his father had spoken them in his ear. He felt the unfamiliar weight of the dagger pulling his belt down on his left side. It slapped gently against his hip as he walked.

But the Torah also said, Show no pity: life for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth. Eliakim silently repeated those words to himself instead as he strode forward.

Iddina stood poised like a cat ready to pounce. He looked a few years older than Eliakim, but his muscular body was lean and deadly, armed with a warrior's reflexes. Eliakim knew he would have to move very fast. He couldn't let his face reveal his intentions. Life for life ...

Eliakim stopped three feet from the a.s.syrian, closer than the last time. Iddina's eyes glinted dangerously, but Eliakim stared into them without flinching.

"You again," Iddina growled.

"You were expecting King Hezekiah? Sorry to disappoint you." His voice remained calm, his anger and hatred under control. "What's your emperor's message?" Eliakim asked. He took a level stance, bracing himself for another onslaught of lies, directed toward the men on the wall like the last time. When Iddina suddenly reached inside his robe, Eliakim nearly backed away in fear. But Iddina produced a scroll and calmly handed it to him.

"From Emperor Sennacherib," he said.

Eliakim quickly recovered his balance. The time had come. He could feel his heart thudding wildly. He accepted the scroll with his left hand, then reached inside his own robe with his right hand and gripped the dagger handle. "And I have a-"

"Eliakim!"

He froze when he heard his name.

"Eliakim ... help me... !"

He looked away from Iddina for a moment and noticed the row of impaled bodies beside him. The closest victim, the one imploring him in a pain-racked voice, was Prince Gedaliah. He'd been horribly mutilated, and the agony in his voice gave it an inhuman quality.

"Please ... I beg you ... help me!"

Gedaliah had once been Eliakim's bitter enemy. The prince would have surely killed Eliakim if King Hezekiah had died. But now Eliakim's heart flooded with compa.s.sion for him. No human being deserved to suffer like that.

"You have what?" Iddina asked impatiently.

Eliakim's hand tightened on the dagger handle.

"Eliakim ... please ..." The voice of his former enemy shivered through Eliakim. Then suddenly, he heard the voice of Yahweh, speaking to him through His Torah once again: It is mine to avenge; I will repay.

"I have ..." Eliakim repeated, his heart leaping. He stared defiantly into Iddina's eyes for a long moment, then slowly uncurled his stiff fingers and released the dagger from his sweating palm. "I have faith in Yahweh my G.o.d, that He will destroy you and deliver you into our hands."

Then he turned and strode back to the city, reciting softly to himself, " 'O G.o.d who avenges, shine forth. Pay back to the proud what they deserve.' "

"Are you all right, Eliakim?" Hezekiah asked. Eliakim's confrontation with the Rabshekah had been briefer than the last time, with no shouts or threats from the a.s.syrian, but Eliakim looked pale and badly shaken.

"I-I'll be fine," he replied. He held a scroll out to Hezekiah. "Emperor Sennacherib sent you this message, Your Majesty."

"Read it out loud."

Eliakim's hands shook as he unrolled it. He cleared his throat. "'Don't be fooled by that G.o.d you trust in. Don't believe it when he says that I won't conquer Jerusalem. You know perfectly well what the kings of a.s.syria have done wherever they have gone; they have completely destroyed everything. Why would you be any different? Have the G.o.ds of the other nations delivered them-such nations as Gozan, Haran, Rezeph, and Eden in the land of Tela.s.sar? The former kings of a.s.syria destroyed them all! What happened to the king of Hamoth and the king of Arpad? What happened to the kings of Sepharvaim, Hena, or Ivvah?' "

"The emperor is right, Your Majesty," Shebna said. "All of our allies have been destroyed. Perhaps if we surrendered peacefully they would allow us to-"

"No! We will never surrender!" Eliakim shouted.

"That's enough," Hezekiah said quietly. He had tried to make these two men compromise and work together for years, but they remained bitter enemies. And suddenly Hezekiah knew that his own faith and his own pride were bitter enemies, as well. He had been wrong to think he could appease both sides of himself all these years. Only one side could win.

"Sennacherib spoke the truth in his letter," Hezekiah said, as he stepped between the two men. "We're outnumbered. Outmaneuvered. We have no allies to save us. So according to all human reasoning, according to all that Shebna taught me, all that my mind and my eyes tell me, it's hopeless. I may as well give up."

"No! You can't-" Eliakim began, but Hezekiah held up his hand to silence his protests.

"Shebna wasn't my only teacher," Hezekiah continued. "My grandfather taught me that when I only trust in what I can see with my eyes, I'm committing idolatry. He taught me that faith in Yahweh is beyond the comprehension of our minds and our senses. So in spite of how hopeless it looks, Sennacherib needs to understand that I'm never going to surrender Jerusalem. Yahweh's Temple is inside this city. It's G.o.d's holy dwelling place on earth. My ancestor King David once confronted an enemy who was bigger and more powerful than he was, and I'm going to tell this giant outside our city gates the same thing David told Goliath: 'You come against me with sword and spear ... but I come against you in the name of the Lord Almighty, the G.o.d of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied. This day the Lord will hand you over to me ... and the whole world will know that there is a G.o.d in Israel. All those gathered here will know that it is not by sword or spear that the Lord saves; for the battle is the Lord's.' "

Shebna stared at him, too stunned to speak.

"Give me that letter," Hezekiah told Eliakim. "I'm going to bring it before the Lord."

Eliakim walked beside Hezekiah as he climbed the stairs to the Temple, and once again Hezekiah thought of the two bronze pillars, Jakin and Boaz. Yahweh was his strength. Yahweh had sworn to establish King David's throne forever. Hezekiah chose to believe those promises.

Suddenly he noticed Shebna and the other officials trailing behind them, and he stopped. "Now that all hope for man's help is gone, Shebna, maybe you can begin to hope in G.o.d. But if you still hold unbelief in your heart, then stay out of this Temple. That goes for the rest of you, as well. The time for empty ritual, the time for making a pretense of faith, is long past. Yahweh is judging the idolatry in all our hearts. That's why the a.s.syrians have ravaged our land. Only the faithful will be left standing. If you can't pray in faith, if you can't believe in Yahweh's power and sovereignty, then go back to the palace."

He quickly turned and kept walking, unwilling to watch Shebna and some of the others retreat in shame. Hezekiah walked past the royal dais, past the great bronze altar where the morning sacrifice slowly burned, and knelt on the steps to the sanctuary, between the bronze pillars. He spread Sennacherib's letter on the stairs in front of him and looked up at the doors to the holy place. They were wooden, not golden, and Hezekiah remembered his sin. He knew he could approach G.o.d only by grace, not because he deserved any blessings from Him. He bowed his head to the ground.

"I believe in you, Yahweh, not in what I see. And I believe your Word. I believe Isaiah's promise that you will shield Jerusalem and deliver it, that you will pa.s.s over it and rescue it."

He stopped, remembering what else Isaiah had told him at the Pa.s.sover feast. The prophet had talked about G.o.d's eternal plan for redeeming mankind, buying them back from the curse of Adam's sin. The Messiah would be the seed of David-Hezekiah's seed-and his life would be a guilt offering. G.o.d himself would redeem Israel from all their sin. Great was the love of his heavenly Father! Hezekiah bowed his head again.

"This isn't about me, Lord, it's about you-your plan, your will for your nation. What happens to all of us doesn't matter as long as it brings glory to your holy name. I don't care if I suffer and die, as long as I play my small part in your unfathomable plan. At last I know you, Lord, and I trust you. You're a holy G.o.d of love and forgiveness. You're my Father and my G.o.d. I want the world to know of your love and grace and power and forgiveness. 'Hear, O Israel! Yahweh is our G.o.d-Yahweh alone!' "

Hezekiah bent forward until his forehead touched the ground. "O Lord G.o.d of Israel, sitting on your throne high above the angels, you alone are the G.o.d of all the kingdoms of the earth. You created the heavens and the earth. Bend low, O Lord, and listen. Open your eyes, O Lord, and see. Listen to this man's defiance of the living G.o.d. Lord, it is true that the kings of a.s.syria have destroyed all those nations and have burned their idol-G.o.ds. But they weren't G.o.ds at all; they were destroyed because they were only things that men have made of wood and stone. O Lord our G.o.d, we plead with you to save us from his power; then all the kingdoms of the earth will know that you alone are G.o.d."

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As he knelt before G.o.d with his forehead pressed to the pavement, Hezekiah had no idea how many hours had pa.s.sed. But when he felt a hand on his shoulder, he lifted his head.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you, Your Majesty," Eliakim said, "but this message just came for you. It's from Rabbi Isaiah."

Hezekiah took the scroll and unrolled it, reading the words silently: This is what the Lord, the G.o.d of Israel, says: Because you have prayed to me concerning Sennacherib king of a.s.syria, this is the word the Lord has spoken against him... .

Who is it you have insulted and blasphemed?

Against whom have you raised your voice