The Unrevoked Edict’s Answer
The air in the courtyard still tasted of dust and dread, though the sun was now high. Mordecai stood before the king’s inner gate, the same rough sackcloth exchanged for robes of blue and white, a great golden crown upon…
Josiah’s Passover
The heat of the month of Nisan was beginning to thicken the air over Jerusalem, a dry warmth that promised the coming furnace of summer. In the courtyards of the Temple, a different kind of heat was building—the controlled chaos…
Solomon’s Golden Prayer
The air over Mount Moriah was thick with the scent of cedar dust and hot stone. It clung to the robes of the overseers and turned the afternoon light into a golden haze. Solomon, standing on a raised platform of…
The Fall of Jerusalem
The air in Jerusalem had taken on a permanent taste: the chalk-dust of crumbling mortar, the sour tang of fear-sweat, and beneath it all, the low, sweet stench of decay. For eighteen months, the Babylonian army had been a tightening…
The Test of Two Kings
The heat in Jerusalem was a thick, woolen cloak that summer. It settled over the city, over the palace, and seemed to press particularly close to King Abijam as he reviewed the latest reports from the border. The scent of…
The Promise of a House Not Built
The cedar panels in his new house smelled of rain and resin, of Mount Lebanon. King David ran a calloused hand along the grain, feeling its cool, polished smoothness. From the high window, he could see the grey stones of…
Joshua’s Final Charge
The air in the assembly ground at Shechem held the dry, dusty weight of years. It was not the cool, damp breath of the Jordan valley, nor the salty sting of the coast, but the settled breath of the heartland,…
The Full Measure
The heat in Anathoth was a living thing that summer. It shimmered above the packed earth of the threshing floor and clung to the linen of Eliab’s tunic like a second skin. He wiped his brow with a rough forearm,…
Feast of the Seventh Month
The heat of Tishri was beginning to soften. Each morning now, a faint, dry coolness lingered in the shadows of the acacia groves, a whispered rumour of the coming rains. For Elidad, whose bones remembered seventy such turnings of the…
The Lamp and the Law
The heat in the camp was a living thing. It rose from the pale dust of the Sinai in visible waves, shimmering over the goat-hair tents, pressing down until even the flies grew sluggish. Inside the Tent of Meeting, the…