So very late, I do apologize! I had assumed that with fewer credits I would have less homework, and thus more free time. But it seems that, especially with two translation classes, I am busier than ever. The update is here at long last. Once more, I apologize, dear readAARs!
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BOOK I
The Second Exodus
CHAPTER XXIX – The Blood of Ephraim
Jehu was about to enter his command tent to prepare for the battle when Gwendolen ran up to him and embraced him tightly, tears in her eyes. “I don’t want you to die! I don’t want you to die!” she cried aloud in between sobs.
As he gently stroked her hair, Jehu said, “I will not die. I cannot die. There is much that I still must do. Do not fear, Gwendolen. All will turn out well. Once this is all over, and we have a chance to rest before returning to
Pretannia, I will release you from your Regnensian marriage vows to me, and you may marry Ezra in the Hebrew manner.”
She looked up into his eyes, puzzled. He laughed and said, “Do not look at me as though you do not know what I am saying. I’ve seen you two together. I know how much you care for each other. I am happy for you. I never have been, and never could be, the husband you deserve. My heart has always been with Larissa, and that cannot change. Ezra can love you as a husband should. I want you both to be happy.”
“How can you speak of marriage at a time like this?” she asked, tears still in her eyes, “And how can you laugh? You are about to enter a fight to the death! It could mean
your death, Jehu! You were so worried two nights ago, it scared me!”
The Ephraimite shook his head, “Much has happened since then. Adonai has shown me that there is yet hope. I trust that He will give me victory this day.” He gently kissed her forehead to comfort her and said, “I must prepare now. I promise you, I will return from this battle. This shall not be the last time we see each other.”
“I promise you, I will return from this battle.”
With that he entered the tent. Commius was there with Jehu’s equipment. The Ephraimite Chief was already wearing his breastplate, but the rest of his gear had been left in the tent. Jehu embraced his brother-in-law and said, “It is good to have you here, by my side, brother.”
Commius nodded and replied, “I have stood by your side since the day you saved my life, brother. Only death shall ever part us.”
Jehu then took his Corinthian helmet and put it on. Not much could give Commius the shivers, but that helmet was one of the exceptions. The Ephraimite Chief then took the sheath for his
xiphos sword and tied it around his waist. The blade was then entered into its sheath. Last, he slipped his left arm into the grip for his
hoplon shied and held it tight. The shield still bore the
lambda, originally used to denote Sparta, now it was a constant reminder to him of his love, Larissa. A touch of sorrow panged his heart as he thought of his beloved trapped in the dungeons of Isca. He muttered a quick prayer for her safety, then nodded to Commius.
They walked out of the tent together and stood before the loyal warriors. Jehu looked at them all and smiled. He raised his sword on high and called out, “This day the battle is the Lord’s!”
His men returned the call in unison. Then he turned and walked, alone, into the center of the field to meet Elihu…
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The two Chiefs stood before each other, each arrayed in full Greek panoply. Jehu had received his armour from Nikodemos before his exile. Elihu’s was a gift from Iason, given to him when the Hebrews had become vassals of Kerkinitis.
Jehu’s thoughts were carried back to the past. He remembered Nikodemos, who had given him the armour, and who had given him Larissa. Nikodemos had even given Jehu the chance to live by sacrificing his own life to help delay the men pursuing the fleeing Ephraimites all those years ago. Now Nikodemos was dead because of Elihu.
Many others were dead because of Elihu as well. Eleazar, Jehu’s old tutor. Even his own father, Ahaz, had been murdered by Elihu. Abner and Ezekiel, too. Caleb was also ultimately Elihu’s responsibility. Had Jehu and his companions not been forced into exile, Caleb would not have been killed by Cassivelaunos’ men. And Larissa would not be held prisoner in Isca.
The Hebrew people as whole had suffered as well. Elihu had led them into apostasy and into subjugation. Ahaz had sought peace with Kerkinitis. Elihu merely wanted power, and was willing to sell out his own people to a gentile city in exchange for it. Yes, Elihu had much to answer for. And this day, he would answer for all of it.
The combatants braced for battle, and Elihu gave the first blow. As soon as the fight began, both armies began to bang their weapons and shields together and cry out cheers for their leaders. Jehu blocked the first blow with his shield and quickly delivered a riposte. With ferocity the Ephraimite lashed out thrice more, but each blow was parried. Elihu returned another blow, followed by another, but both were absorbed by Jehu’s
hoplon. Another blow came from Jehu but Elihu leapt to the side, evading it.
With a loud war cry, Elihu rushed Jehu, shield at the ready, and Jehu braced for the impact. The Reubenite smashed into him with full force and sent Jehu flying back. Before Jehu could get up, Elihu was upon him, and thrust downwards, aiming to kill. Jehu quickly brought his shield up and successfully blocked the attack. But then Elihu grabbed the Ephraimite’s shield and pulled it away, discarding it. He struck again, but Jehu grabbed one of his legs and pulled him down.
As Jehu rose from the ground, Elihu abandoned his own shield and also rose. The melee resumed, now at a much faster pace. Blow followed blow, parry followed parry, riposte followed riposte. Both men were greatly skilled warriors, and as they moved around each other, it was as if they were dancing. Blows continued to be exchanged, and both men were beginning to grow weary.
Finally, Jehu scored a lucky blow on Elihu’s blade and knocked it out of the Reubenite’s hand. Elihu rushed his opponent and grabbed him, throwing him to the ground. Jehu also lost his blade and the two began to wrestle on the ground, using fists, knees, and teeth as weapons. As the fight continued, Jehu’s helmet was pulled off and cast aside. But Jehu quickly answered with a solid knee into Elihu’s gut. Elihu reacted quicker than Jehu expected, however. The Reubenite picked up a fist-sized rock and swung it at Jehu, colliding with his face. Jehu spun ‘round and fell to the ground.
The Ephraimite searched frantically for a weapon and saw his
xiphos not far off. He tried to rise and make a break for the sword, but Elihu caught up to him and threw the rock, hitting the back of Jehu’s head. Blood began to pour from where the rock had struck him, but Jehu couldn’t afford to care. He quickly rolled over just in time to see Elihu diving for him. He braced, caught the Reubenite in mid air, and flipped him over onto his back. With all the force he could muster, his fist collided with Elihu’s face. The Reubenite let out a cry of pain and began to scramble for his own blade. Jehu took this opportunity to recover his
xiphos.
The two men rose, almost simultaneously, about five feet apart. Both were bleeding, both were gasping for air, yet both still held a sword, and neither was about to surrender. They charged each other and became locked in a vicious and bloody melee. Each received multiple slash wounds as the fight progressed. Yet neither seemed to gain the upper hand until at last a miscalculation by Elihu enabled Jehu to get his left fist past the Reubenite’s defenses and strike his face with full force. The blow stunned Elihu for a just a moment, but that was all Jehu needed. He grabbed Elihu, delivered a knee blow to his stomach followed by a head-butt. He tore Elihu’s blade away and, holding him with his left hand, said, “Today the blood of all those you murdered shall be avenged. Your evil ends now!” And with that he plunged his sword into Elihu’s heart.
As Jehu pulled his blade from the Reubenite’s chest, Elihu managed to sputter, “So… at last it… comes full circle…” before sinking to his knees, collapsing, and breathing his last.
“At last… it comes full circle…”
For a moment, all was silent. Both armies had stopped shouting. All that could be heard was Jehu’s panting as his fatigued body screamed for oxygen. Then the realization struck him that the battle was over. Elihu was finally dead. All those he had killed could rest in peace, and Jehu was finally restored to leadership of the Ten Tribes. He raised his sword into the air and let out a cry of victory. All of his men joined in the shout and rushed the field, surrounding their Chief in a throng of utter joy. They began to chant his name, but he quickly stopped them and said, “No my brothers. Adonai has won the battle this day. Cheer Him.” And so their cry became, “Adonai! Adonai! Adonai!”
The rulers of the other Tribes slowly approached the field and knelt before Jehu, trembling. Lemuel raised his eyes, but remained kneeling, and said, “Mighty victor, will you now take vengeance upon us for serving Elihu against your father and against you?”
Jehu shook his head, “No. Elihu is dead. I will not continue his policy of slaughtering fellow Hebrews merely to strengthen my own position. If you will here and now renounce the false gods he led you to, and instead renew your allegiance to me, and above me, to Adonai, then you will be spared. Should you find this unacceptable, then you shall be exiled, never again to return to your people. But I will spill no more Hebrew blood this day.”
Each of the Chiefs answered in succession that his terms were acceptable, and that both they and their tribes would be reconciled to Jehu and to Adonai. Thus their past crimes were forgiven them. Jehu gave orders for Ezra and Hanan to tend to matters for the time being. He had lost much blood, and was near collapse. He needed rest. Two Ephraimite soldiers helped him walk back to the camp, and there Gwen treated his wounds, weeping tears of joy that he had returned.