Chosen Ch. 1 “A Conspiracy of Kings”

And so it begins…Here is the first chapter in my writing project this summer, a Biblical novel about David and Jonathan. I hope you enjoy it.


In southern Canaan, on the fertile plain south of the hill country, yet north of the dry Wilderness of Ziph, lay the mighty walled city of Gath. While many other peoples slept in tents or made structures of wood and mud, Gath stood like solid granite in the flat plain, a monument to the might of the Philistines. Its walls were 20 feet high and ten feet thick. Its gates were two feet thick oak beams bound by massive iron straps. And sentinels stood atop the walls, constantly watching the roads in all directions.

Gath was one of five Philistine cities that commanded the fertile plains and coastline of Canaan. Years before, it had been taken from the Israelites, and today it was protected jealously. For the Philistines, with their heritage of both seamanship and trade, knew of its strategic value. They also knew that they must fight to keep what was theirs.

That was the obvious reason for the parade today. The hot sun baked the parade ground as the three men and their escorts watched the soldiers march by. Armored chariots, their horses protected by sheets of iron, their riders armed with sword, bow and spear, their wheels tipped with razor-sharp blades, rolled by the small crowd. They were followed by row after row of foot soldiers, their ranks marching in perfect unison, steel-tipped spears rising above them like a marching forest of death.

“Impressive,” said Nahash, king of Ammon, who stood head and shoulders above the other two. “Philistine armies are always imposing in a parade. Your numbers, your strength—your iron—is intimidating enough that no one would dare attack you here on the plains. Your cities are safe for generations to come.” His voice came out flat, and it was obvious to the other men that he was being cordial without meaning it.

“Oh come now, Nahash,” Agag, king of the Amalekites said. Where Nahash stood tall and massive like the military man that he was, Agag was a slender man who seemed unassuming, but the other two knew better. Many of Agag’s enemies had underestimated him before and died regretting it. For where Nahash’s physical prowess was imposing, Agag made up for it in guile.

“We’ve seen plenty of Philistine chariots before,” Agag continued. “They roll through the countryside and even our streets every day. They are enough to intimidate every small child from here to Ninevah. But even with all this might, we all know what our common problem is. All that might, and they couldn’t defeat an old man and a group of shepherds and farmers at Mizpah.”

Achish nodded, his eyes still watching the soldiers who paraded before them. “Good old Agag, still as astute as ever, eager to get to the point. Well, let’s talk about it then.” King Achish gestured to them and they walked away from the procession to take seats in the shade of a stone balcony.

“In the time of our father’s fathers,” Achish began, “this land was disputed by the three of our peoples as well as the Canaanites.” Achish paused to let his words sink in. “If you recall the stories, we were all intimidated by them, especially the sons of Anak, giants that they were. As tall as tamarisk trees. They ruled the central hills of Canaan, and we were resigned to living in the lesser land around them. And then something happened.”

They happened,” Nahash said. “They invaded our land from the east and took it from us.”

Agag nodded. “Yes, the people called Israelites arrived. Remember those Canaanites we were afraid of? Where are they today? Destroyed. Defeated.” Nahash and Achish didn’t respond.

“What amazes me is that these people are like no other tribe I have ever met,” Agag continued. “They have no king. They have no standing army. They barely have towns. They are rabble…and yet they continue to defeat us.”

“What do they have that we do not have?” Nahash said.

“I’ll tell you what they have,” Achish said. “They have a God who takes care of them. They are disorganized, weak, unprepared. But when they are in trouble, when one of us threatens them, they cry out to their God, and then a flood happens, or a great wind comes, or we start seeing armies that aren’t there.”

“I can fight a standing army,” Nahash said. “But how do you fight a God?”

Achish paused before responding. “They haven’t always been victors. We have won a few battles. Think about what makes those times unique.” The others paused for a long moment before Agag responded.

“It was when they turned away from their God that they became weak,” he said. “It was when they depended on themselves. When they became like us.”

Achish slowly smiled at the other two. “Exactly. My brothers, I have a plan to finally overcome those wretched Israelites in the hills. A foolproof plan.”

“And what is that?” Nahash asked.

“I am going to make them just like us,” Achish said, still smiling. As the others slowly nodded in agreement, Achish looked over their shoulders at the tall, beautiful woman who stood at the doorway watching them. He nodded, and she nodded in reply. Then she disappeared.

* * *

Canaan is the crossroads of the world, situated on trade routes between Africa, Asia and Europe. Roads follow the coast through Philistia from north to south, as do the roads on the east side of the hill country, which travels through Moab and Ammon. But anytime a traveler needed to go from east to west or west to east, he traveled roads that moved through the hill country of Israel. The Israelite towns and villages were scattered across the hillsides, many located at junctions of these roads. Those Israelites who weren’t shepherds or farmers made their living as merchants at these locations.

Zephaniah, the woman who was seen at Gath, did not live there. Instead, she traveled back to her home in the north, stopping only along the way at the home of a man called Abner, who also happened to be her son. The conversation at Gath would remain secret, for now, but she knew that she had work to do. It was her intent to change history, and in doing so, guarantee a place in that new history for her son.

* * *

The old man known to all of Israel as Samuel the Prophet finished his morning meal and completed his morning devotionals. He then put on his outer robe, kissed his wife goodbye and exited his humble hut to walk to the gate of Ramah. People came looking for him from all over the countryside, and he had learned to make it easier for them simply by being somewhere conspicuous. A typical day was filled with him blessing children, watching them play in the field nearby or helping someone find something they had lost. Today, he knew, would not be a typical day. God had warned him.

Sure enough, he had not been seated on his bench for long before he saw a crowd of men walking down the road toward Ramah. He recognized a few of them; Kish was there, as well as Abner, both from Benjamin. He also saw representatives from the other tribes, including Judah and Dan. Some of those he recognized from the battle against the Philistines at Mizpah a few years before. There appeared to be about 20 men, and he might be alarmed if God had not given him warning.

He waited until the entered the gates before addressing them.

“Peace be unto you, my brothers,” Samuel said.

“Good morning and God bless you, Prophet,” Kish said. “We come to discuss a common need.” The men looked at each other as if unsure, but Kish and Abner seemed confident in their address.

“How can I help you?” Samuel said.

“You can help us by giving us a leader,” Abner said.

Samuel stared at the young man. “I don’t understand. God is our leader.”

“We need a king,” Abner said, continuing. “We need a king to lead us.”

“Why would you say such a thing?” Samuel said, still confused. “Your fathers didn’t have a king. Your grandfathers didn’t have a king.”

“Things have changed,” Johan from Judah said.

“What can a king give you that I have not given you?” Samuel said. “When the Philistines surrounded us with their armies at Mizpah, did we not have victory? Do you not now live in freedom?”

Kish stepped forward. “Samuel, I was there with you at Mizpah. I remember how you led us. But look at yourself. You are an old man. If we had another battle, could you lead us again? And who will lead us when you are gone?”

Samuel paused for a moment, then stammered his answer.

“Joel…Abijah…my sons,” he said quietly.

“Your sons are corrupt,” Abner said sharply. “They take bribes. They have their favorites. We cannot see justice done.”

“They are not godly men,” Kish added.

Samuel paused again. “But what you are asking. You are not following the path of God either. You seek to be like other nations. You seek a man to lead you…instead of God? Are you mad? Do you have any idea what you are asking?” His voice rose with each question.

“A king will take a tenth of your crops for his own. He will take your sons to fight in his armies or work on his roads or in his fields. He will take your daughters to serve in his palace. He will tell you what to do and where to go and what to say from the day that you crown him king. God has saved you from all of this. And you want to turn your back on God? On me?” He spat the words out, and the men could see that he was offended, hurt, by what they were proposing.

“That is what we want.” The words came back bluntly, each word like a knife cutting Samuel as if he had never done a good thing for his people.

Samuel stood and stared at the men that confronted him. Years before, he had led them in prayer, and then led them in battle. And now they were confronting him, telling him that they no longer wanted him to lead, that they wanted what Samuel had tried to save them from. He looked from face to face, looking for any sign of support for what he tried to do. But he could tell that they were in agreement.

“So be it,” Samuel said. “Go home. I will talk with my God, and we will call for you to meet again at Mizpah. God will find you a king.”

The men murmured in agreement and turned to walk away. Samuel could tell that they were happy, but he was not. He was hurt that after all he had done they were rejecting him. But more importantly, he knew that the path they had chosen would lead to a lot of pain and disappointment and in the end, the destruction of Israel.

2 thoughts on “Chosen Ch. 1 “A Conspiracy of Kings”

  1. Overall, this is a very well-done story. Per usual, you manage to bring out the emotions of the various characters, and I can clearly visualize everything that goes on.

    Just a few quibbles, as Sarah used to put it. If I am correct, and I may not be but I think I remember this from my Biblical Archaeology class, it was the Hittites, not the Philistines, who were known for their iron chariots. You might want to look into that.

    There are some sections that seem more like an info dump that I would have preferred to see weaved into the narrative. The first paragraph or so was a little bland, and I thought maybe the information about the woman, the mother of Abner, was unnecessary. That’s the sort of information that would be much better weaved into the narrative.

    Also, I have a question. How does this all play into your story about David and Jonathan? I would think that the story would focus around those two rather than begin with a chapter based years before the two were even born. This seemed more like a prologue and less like a chapter, though that is my opinion.

    Anyway, I look forward to seeing more of this story. Seems good so far.

    1. As a whole, I’m thinking it is still a bit flat. I will be working on characterization as I continue, some of it retrospectively, which should help some. The original did (or does) start much later, and you’re right, this is probably more prologue, but I wanted to thicken the story to talk about more than David and Jonathan. That’s why I started where I did, and include the woman. I am still toying with it a great deal, so who knows what the final product will include.

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