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I dove past Yonaton, arms outstretched, reaching the sword before the soldier could grab hold of it.
I stood over my unarmed enemy, the hilt warm in my hand. The wounded soldier pushed himself upright and let out a raspy cough, his face twisting in pain. I stared down at him, feeling the weight of the iron. My hands trembled.
Yonaton laid a hand on my shoulder. No longer attempting to fight, the soldier opened his mouth to speak, and blood gushed out. I expected him to beg for his life, but the only words that escaped were a whispered plea. āMake it fast.ā
I pressed the point of the sword to the soldierās chest and squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to watch. I always turned away when my uncle slaughtered the sheep. I drew the weapon back to gather more power, but my arms froze there.
āDo it!ā the soldier cried, the effort forcing out a bloody cough. His chest gurgledāthe soldier was dying. The most merciful thing would be to end it quickly. But I couldnāt bring myself to deliver the final blow.
A hand closed over mine. I peered into Yonatonās eyes, afraid of finding pity there, but seeing only understanding. Yonaton took the sword and plunged it into the soldierās chest. The man twitched on the end of the blade, then went still.
I gawked at the bloody sword, then crashed to my knees. The little food Iād eaten the night before came up first, followed by heaves of bile.
āCome on!ā Yonaton pulled at my tunic. āThere are more of them.ā He yanked the heavy weapon from the corpse and sprinted back toward the heart of the battle.
I pulled myself uprightāmy master needed me. Wiping the mess from my face, I ran after Yonaton.
In the clearing, the hawk-eyed soldier still chased Shimon. Uriel smashed his staff into the nose of the stocky soldierās horse, and the rider grabbed at the reins to keep his balance as the horse reared. While he fought to get the horse back under control, Uriel slipped in closer, pummeling blows upon them both. Once the soldier regained his seat, he brandished his sword to hold off Urielās assault.
But the stocky soldierās focus was diverted from the rest of the battle for a moment too long. Shimon saw the opening and veered toward the center of the clearing. The hawk-eyed soldier giving chase called out, but to no availāall his comradeās attention was fixed on fending off Urielās attack. He spun at the sound of a horse bearing down on him, but too late. Shimon jammed my knife into the soldierās neck. His eyes bulged and his jaw sank as he looked down upon the hilt of the knife protruding from his throat. He toppled sideways off the horse as the animal broke free.
The hawk-eyed soldier shrieked at the sight of his companionās collapse. He swiped at Uriel as he rode past, but the prophet blocked the blow easily with his staff. He rode on after Shimon, who was now unarmed.
Yonaton called out, āHere!ā and thrust the blood-stained sword in the air. Shimonās horse leapt forward, and I launched a rock at the soldier to hold him back. Shimon snatched the weapon from Yonatonās hand and spun in time to block a thrust from the hawk-eyed soldierās sword.
Now Shimon had no need to run. He closed in on his adversary. Shimonās sword descended like a bolt, and the soldier raised his blade to block it. The clang of iron on iron sounded through the clearing as the soldierās sword broke off its hilt from the force of the blow. Shimon swung his sword in a wide circle around his head, then struck true. The soldier tumbled from his horse. His body slammed to the ground with a thud, followed by his head, which rolled to a rest at Urielās feet, hawk-eyes gaping up at the old prophet.
Hillel said: Be among the disciples of Aharon, loving peace and pursuing peace, loving people and bringing them closer to Torah.
Pirkei Avot 1:12
16Yochananās Secret
āI donāt understand.ā Shimon groaned as he and Uriel laid one of the slain prophets beside the ruined house.
āTell me everything, from the beginning.ā Uriel approached the next of the fallen.
āIāve been here since I left you. You were right; it was better for me here among the masters than it was among the disciples. The Queenās soldiers rode up at sunset, eight of them. Three of us went out to greet them with foodāwe had no idea. Foolish as it was, that probably saved my life. I donāt think that anyone in the house managed toāLev, no!ā
I jumped back at the rebuke. Yonaton and I had approached one of the bodiesāwhy shouldnāt we try to help? Did Shimon think we couldnāt carry the body? And why did he yell only at me? Yonaton was a bit stronger, but not by much.
Uriel edged over to my side, making himself a barrier between me and the dead. āYes, why donāt the two of you gather wood for the morning meal. We will need all of our strength.ā
My masterās tone was softer than Shimonās, but his command no less clear. I bit back my response, and the two of us retreated from the line of bodies to the first row of trees, where we gathered sticks in silence so as not to miss a word.
Shimon hovered over another of the fallen prophets. āThe details of the battle are not important. You see the results before you.ā
āDid anyone else survive?ā
āI think not. Weāll know for certain once we have gathered everyone.ā He studied the blackened corpse at his feet. āI hid in a cave last night.ā
Uriel placed a hand on Shimonās shoulder. āFlight is also courage when it holds hope for return.ā
Shimon nodded. āThe ramās horn roused me. I wasnāt sure if the blast was from friend or foe, so I crept back, keeping to the shelter of the trees. Then I saw one of them go after the boys, so I attacked. I managed to plant my knife in him, and he rode off. Coward. I knew he must be going after you. I couldnāt help you barehanded, so I asked Lev for Yochananās knife.ā
Shimon limped to the body that still had my fatherās knife protruding from its neck. He placed a foot on the soldierās back and grasped the hilt. The knife slid out with a jerk. Shimon plunged it into the soft earth a few times to remove the blood, wiped the blade with his palm, and brought the weapon to Uriel.
Uriel examined the knife. āYes, Lev has shown it to me. For the second time, this blade has saved your life.ā
āIndeed. But it is a tool of peace, not war. It should never have been used to kill a man.ā
Uriel rotated the knife, as if examining it for flaws. āIt hardly seems you had a choice.ā
Shimonās forehead sunk toward the ground. āNo, there was no choice. Not this time, and not when Yochanan used it to save me.ā Shimon sighed. āYou know, just before it happened, Iā¦I saw him.ā
Neither of them heard the branches fall from my arms.
Uriel fixed his eyes on Shimon. āYou saw Yochanan?ā
He nodded once. āI touched the flat of the blade to my forehead and closed my eyes. I recalled that day years ago. My fear, his sacrifice. I was filled with death, the injustice of Yochananās murder, the horror of yesterdayās massacre, and the evil of them trying to kill you nowā¦ā Shimonās posture straightened to the height of that morningās battle. āAnd thatās when it happened.ā
Urielās eyes bored in on his disciple. Even Yonaton stopped pretending to gather wood. āWhat did you feel?ā
āPower, like nothing Iāve ever felt. Yesterday I injured my ankle running away, but when I took off after that soldier, I felt no paināand I ran faster than I ever have.ā Shimonās hands stretched out in wonder.
āClarity.ā Shimon closed his eyes. āI could see every needle on the trees, feel every whisper of the wind. When I charged into battle, I didnāt have to decide what to do. My body justā¦knew. I leapt onto the back of that horse as if it were a pony!ā Shimonās eyes popped open, cutting creases across his scars.
āDid you feel anything else?ā
āCourage, no fear at all. Last night, I couldnāt sleep, despite my exhaustion. I shook all night, petrified that they might hunt me down. But this morning, I wasnāt afraid anymore. And so strong. I snapped that soldierās sword in twoāI canāt do that.ā
āHow did it end?ā
āWhen the last soldier fell, I felt it justā¦flow out of me. The fear hasnāt returned, but my leg is throbbing, and wellā¦ā he glanced at his hands, āI wonāt be shattering any more swords.ā
Uriel managed a weak smile. āYou have sought navua for many years, but it always eluded you. Most disciples either succeed or abandon their pathābut you persisted. Now you taste the fruits of your commitment.ā
āThis was prophecy?ā Shimonās eyebrows furrowed. āThis isnāt like any navua Iāve ever seen.ā
āBut I have seen far more than you have, Shimon. One can receive the Presence in many ways. There is a level, close to prophecy, which can come in a time of crisis. One sees injustice and rushes to act without considering oneself. When your heart, mind, and will move you in this way, you can become a fit vessel for the Holy One.ā
The words made little sense to me, and Shimon didnāt seem to understand either. The lines on his forehead only deepened.
āLearn from Samson,ā Uriel continued. āDrawn after his eyes, he could never receive full navua. But when he seized that donkeyās jawbone at the battle of Lehi, what filled him in that moment?ā
Fear? I asked myself.
My master continued, not waiting for an answer. āThe desperate need of Israel. He slew a thousand men that day. Despite hisā¦flaw, Samson was a fit tool in the hand of the Holy One and merited to save our people from the Pelishtim.ā
āSo the Presence brings you strength?ā
āNot always. It is a spirit that fills you with the power you need at the moment. Samson, whose way was to fight alone, received the power of an army. King Shaul, who ran away from kingship, received this spirit in a different way, giving him the power to lead.ā
Shimonās face shone for a moment, then his eyes brimmed with tears. āBut why wasnāt I given this power yesterday? Why did so many have to die?ā
āDo not take what you received lightlyāit is a rare gift. Yesterday you were afraid. Today you were tormented by the massacre, in fear of another slaughter, and then remembered so vividly the sacrifice Yochanan made to save your life. The spirit didnāt take you into battle. You were determined to fight, determined to succeedāyou just didnāt know how. That determination made you a fit vessel for the spirit. You didnāt receive the strength of Samson or the leadership of Shaul. But it did bring you enough speed, strength, and knowledge to overcome these four soldiers. For that, Iām grateful.ā
My head throbbed. Between our journey, the flight from the cave, our march through the night, and the dawn battle, I was exhausted. Urielās words knocked away my last restraint. I really grasped only one thing from the conversation: Shimonās transformation was connected to my fatherās knifeāto my fatherās sacrifice for him. My father saved Shimonās lifeā¦at the cost of his own?
They stood there talking as if I were as deaf as one of the murdered prophets. They thought I couldnāt handle carrying the bodies, couldnāt be trusted with the truth of my past.
It wasnāt my place to interrupt, but they were talking about my life. I cut through the clearing in three strides, and faced Uriel and Shimon over the line of the dead. āWhatās this about my father?ā
Shimon
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