Abigail barely managed an expression of gratitude for his kindness. Pekah nodded, stepped back, and seemed to melt into Eli’s shadow.
Abigail’s eyes lifted once again to the central spire of the exquisite building. Trying to be strong, she stated, “There’s a peace here. Something about these grounds makes me feel bright and warm, like the color of the stone. It’s the most beautiful building I have ever seen.”
Eli stepped a bit closer to the women and pointed to the spire. “The capstone on that spire was placed by Jonathan’s grandfather and my grandfather together. It’s not an old structure like the Temple of Sacrifice in Ramathaim. That temple was built several hundred years ago. Have you ever been there?”
“I haven’t,” Abigail said. “If it’s as beautiful as this temple, I would like to see it someday.”
“You may get your wish soon,” Eli said with enthusiasm. “You’re riding with us today, are you not?”
“Yes, I am.”Abigail hesitated, and then added, “Rachel has been so good to me. I have nowhere else to go, but with her.”
Rachel smiled and hooked her arm through Abigail’s.
Memories of the previous evening suddenly made Abigail feel like a burden. In addition to Rachel, many others had gone out of their way to try to comfort her. She remembered their concern as they all stood around Jasher’s grave. That concern again showed in the eyes of all those present, making her feel conspicuous.
“Is it all right if I come with you?”
Rachel seemed somewhat shocked by the question. “Of course it is! I wouldn’t want to go without you!”
This warmed Abigail’s heart, causing her to fight back tears. Rachel threw an arm around her shoulder.
“Would you ladies please excuse us?” Jonathan asked as if he were intruding.
Rachel reached for Jonathan’s hand. She held it for a moment, and released him with a very stern, motherly, “Yes, you are excused.”
The men chuckled at her playfulness and took their leave toward the western courtyard, where the army made preparations to travel. Abigail hugged Rachel, then together they walked toward the temple, arm-in-arm.
Chapter 28
Still very solemn, Pekah stole a glance over his shoulder to see Abigail as he left. She was hugging Rachel. Picking up his pace, he followed close behind Eli and Jonathan. As he thought of Abigail’s hand in his, a yearning to talk to his friends in private welled up within him. What did they think of Jasher’s last wishes? Were they upset? Did they think it was improper?
The general’s request felt out of place to Pekah, even awkward. What man would give his wife away? Pekah felt certain there were some present in the tent who were not happy about what had happened, but no one had said anything to him. And that was precisely the issue-the fact that Jonathan and Eli had not mentioned the experience at all made him even more uncomfortable with it. It seemed as if he had breached the rules of propriety.
He groaned. But I didn’t do it! Jasher did. I was just as surprised as anyone else.
Pekah couldn’t wait. He walked a little faster and tapped Jonathan on the shoulder, and they all stopped.
“Jonathan,” Pekah said, mustering courage, “I feel terrible about last night. Why did Jasher do that?”
“Do you mean, his words to Abigail?” Jonathan asked.
“Yes.”
“I certainly don’t know all his reasons, Pekah. I can guess, however, that Jasher saw something in you he hadn’t seen in others. How well did you know him?”
“We had never met before I arrived in Ain.”
Jonathan frowned thoughtfully. “Pekah,” he said, “Think on the events of the past week. Nothing we have experienced has been anything less than a miracle. Perhaps this event is also part of our Creator’s plan.”
“I feel guilty about it. He pressed his wife’s hand into mine. I felt like… like I had sinned.”
“I understand how you might feel that way, but we don’t judge you in that manner, Pekah. We were there. Jasher’s whole intent was for Abigail’s welfare.”
“And I agree with it,” Eli added. “Jasher did the right thing.”
Pekah was stunned. This was not the reaction he had expected. “You agree with what he did? How can that be?”
Jonathan put a hand on the young Gideonite’s shoulder and gave him a quick pat of reassurance. “What Jasher did showed incredible love and respect for Abigail. Even as his life ebbed away, he was concerned for her-not his pain, not his life- her. Personally, I think that was one of the most compassionate things I have ever witnessed.”
The blast of a horn sounded from the other side of the Council Hall.
“Pekah, remind me later to tell you something else pertaining to Jasher. This is not the right place, but I think you should know what I have to say.”
“Thank you. Thank you both. I do feel a little better knowing you don’t think less of me for what happened, but I will need some time to think this through.”
“We’re here to help,” Jonathan said.
As they walked toward the assembling army, Pekah felt grateful for their understanding and support. These were the best friends he’d ever had.
When they arrived in the western courtyard, Pekah saw that all the tents had been packed, and most of the company of Amon stood together. Others arrived about that same time, including Tavor and Ezra, captains of Uzzah and Daniel. Jonathan and Eli moved to stand next to Amon, and Pekah took his place with his fifty of Gideon. All present greeted the newly appointed general.
Amon acknowledged their salute and then spoke to the entire crowd.
“My brethren, you are gathered as part of an army that never has been assembled before. The Brothers march together…”
His deep voice trailed off, almost with an echo. Amon looked all around at the eager faces, each soldier waiting for orders. Standing tall, he spoke with a powerful, drum-like inflection.
“A terrible thing happened outside these walls last night as the sister suns sank below the horizon. I made a promise to my general.. ” Amon paused. “… my friend. I promised him I would find all others who might be of Rezon’s covenant. Before we travel together today, I must be certain that I am among friends. For that reason, I am asking every one of you to remove your weapons where you stand. Lay them on the ground. That is an order!”
Pekah saw that a few soldiers present hesitated at first, but in the end they all did as commanded-even the captains.
“Ezra, Tavor, Pekah, my friends Jonathan and Eli… retrieve your weapons and stand with me.”
The five men did as requested, and moved to stand next to Amon.
Amon then raised his voice again. “Earlier today, I made a covenant with these five men, a vow that will not be broken. They have placed their hands under mine. And now I wish you to do the same.” Amon’s expression was one of determination. “Are there any here who are part of Rezon’s covenant?” he bellowed.
Not a soldier moved. None responded.
Like the other leaders, Pekah searched to and fro, watching every face for signs of distress. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
“Come forward then. I want to see your hands!”
A line started to form in front of the general. In an orderly fashion, soldiers presented themselves and offered their right hands, palms upward. The first man stepped forward, and the captains examined his palm, looking for the tell-tale scars. Passing the test, the man then placed his hand over Amon’s.
“Do you swear by your honor that you will serve your tribe, renounce Rezon’s war, and join with all Three Brothers in peace?” Amon asked.
“Yes,” the soldier said.
Amon then committed each man present, whether of Gideon, or Daniel, or Uzzah, to the same oath, each one in turn. Every Danielite and Uzzahite swore it, and nearly all of the Gideonite soldiers did the same. But then Amon came to a soldier of mixed descent whose features reminded Pekah of Eli. He appeared to be very nervous.