Till Shiloh Comes
Lions of Judah, Book Four
Till Shiloh Comes
Gilbert Morris
© 2005 by Gilbert Morris
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To Alan and Dixie
You two are gifts from God to usâ
both miracles of God's grace!
Contents
The Pit
On a flat grassy slope in the midst of blue haze-covered mountains, a woman held a crying baby as she watched over a herd of goats. A little girl skipped alongside her, picking the crimson and white wild flowers that dotted the hillside. Colorful tents lay scattered on the hillside below them, adding splashes of cinnamon, light green, and bright yellow to the surroundings. In front of one of the tents, another woman steadily rocked a leather bag set in a wooden tripod, churning milk into butter. The tent flap was open behind her, revealing three men seated on a carpet, intently discussing a matter of importance to the tribe of Jacob, son of Isaac, grandson of Abraham.
While they talked, the men watched an older girl amble freely through a flock of sheep, singing and calling the animals by name. She was the subject of their conversation, for at fourteen, Abigail was being considered as a wife by the men of Jacob's tribe. She was tall, strong, and graceful, with long black hair that gleamed in the sunlight. Her beautiful dark eyes had caught the attention of many of the young Hebrew men.
Now Abigail's eyes sparkled and danced as she spotted a young man who was leaning on his staff in the midst of some woolly sheep. She grinned as an idea occurred to her. Moving stealthily across the open space so as not to make a sound, she came up behind him and tickled his ribs with her strong fingers.
The young man yelled and dropped his staff, then whirled around with a scowl. “Abigail! I've
told
you not to do that! It's unseemly behavior for a girl.”
“Why, Joseph, if I didn't know better, I would think you were afraid of me.” She smiled up at him coyly.
The second youngest son of Jacob was three years older than Abigail and a head taller. He was not yet filled out with a man's body, and his skin was as smooth as a girl's, but he had rugged good looks, large expressive eyes, and hair as black as Abigail's.
“I'm only afraid of bears and lions.”
With a flirtatious gaze, Abigail touched his chest with her hand and leaned closer. “I know you're not afraid of bears, but I do think you're afraid of girls. You never chase after any that I can see.”
Joseph's dark eyes turned warm as he laughed and caught her hand. “Girls are much more dangerous than bears.”
“How can you say such a thing!”
“Because it's true. Think about poor Lomeer. He killed a bear last year with nothing but a spear, but then got mixed up with that awful Hittite girlâand now he's the most miserable man in the world!”
“That was his own fault. He didn't have any business marrying a Hittite woman.” Abigail freed her hand from his grasp and stepped back a little.
Joseph winked. “Oh, I think all girls are pretty much alike whether they're Hebrew or Hittite.”
Abigail flushed. “What an awful thing to say! I'm going to tell your father on you.”
“He won't believe you,” Joseph said.
“Why not?”
“Because he always believes me.”
Abigail laughed. “That's right. You're his pet, aren't you? I wish my father spoiled me like Jacob spoils you.”
“I guess you're not as sweet as I am,” Joseph said airily.
“How would you know?” Abigail leaned close against him again and murmured, “You've never tried to find out if I'm sweet or not.”
“You're just a child, Abigail,” Joseph said, playfully pushing her away.
“I'm fourteen! I'm practically ready to be married.”
Annoyed that Joseph was getting the best of this teasing match, Abigail tried to think of a way to even the score. With a glint in her eye, she reached up and ran her hand along his jawline. “Besides, you're no man! You don't even have a beard.”
“Why, Abigail, it's not a beard that makes a man!” Joseph reached out and began to tickle her. She squealed and struggled to free herself, but he was too strong for her.
The two were raising the dust in their scuffle when a short, broad man appeared and grabbed Joseph by the arm. “Turn that girl loose!” he said roughly. “You've got to learn to treat people with more respect.”
Surprised, Joseph released his hold on Abigail, and she stepped back as Joseph's brother Dan stood between them.
She did not particularly like Dan, who was the shortest and least attractive of Jacob's twelve sons. Not only was he homely, he showed little affection toward anyone, even his own mother, Bilhah, and he was bitterly jealous of Joseph.
“I wasn't hurting her,” Joseph protested. “We were just having a little fun.”
“You're too old to be putting your hands on girls,” Dan snapped. When Joseph tried to pull away, Dan cuffed him roughly. The blow caught Joseph more on the neck than on the face, but it angered him.
“Turn me loose, Dan!”
“You deserve a good beating!”
“Father will give me any beatings I need,” Joseph said loftily. He struggled, but Dan's grip was too strong. “If you don't turn me loose, I'll tell Father about the way you treated me.”
Dan glared at him, his lips twisting in a snarl. “I know you run to him with every lie you can think of. You always do.”
A shadow fell across the two, and Dan and Joseph turned to see Reuben towering over them. Jacob's firstborn was head and shoulders taller than any man in the tribe and bulky as well. His usually pleasant expression was now clouded with anger. “Turn him loose, Dan!”
“He's threatened to go to Father again to tell on me.”
“I said turn him loose. Are you hard of hearing?”
Seeing the look on Reuben's face, Dan dropped his grasp on Joseph's arm. “He was hurting Abigail. I just tried to stop him.”
“He wasn't hurting me, Reuben!” Abigail spoke up. “We were just having fun.”
“That's right.” Joseph nodded. “There was no harm in it at all.”
“You're too hard on Joseph, Dan,” Reuben said. “He's still growing up. You need to be more thoughtful.”
“Of all people, you're the one who ought to be rough on him, Reuben. After all, heâ”
“That's enough!” Reuben snapped before Dan could blurt out the story in front of Abigail. Joseph had once caught Reuben with their father's concubine Bilhah and had revealed the outrage to Jacob. Reuben had since suffered much guilt over his behavior and was certain his father had never forgiven him for it. “You've got work to do, Dan,” Reuben said gruffly. “I suggest you get to it.”
Dan flashed him a defiant look, but turned and left, muttering.
“You run along too, Abigail,” Reuben said.
“But we weren't doing anything wrong.”
“I know you weren't. Dan's just got a bad temper.”
“I'll see you later, Joseph.” Abigail smiled demurely, then turned and made her way back toward her tent.
Joseph watched her go, then leaned over and picked up his staff with a sigh. “Dan is always giving me grief, Reuben. Why can't he be more pleasant?”
“You bring a lot of it on yourself, Joseph.”
The younger brother looked surprised. Despite his sweet temper and gentle ways, Joseph was in truth a spoiled young man. His father favored him and his younger brother, Benjamin, because they were the sons of Rachel, the one whom Jacob called his “True Wife.” Naturally the six sons of Leah and the four sons of the concubines Bilhah and Zilpah had grown to resent Joseph. Benjamin was too young to draw their ire, but Joseph was guilty of constantly showing off before his brothers and bearing tales about them to their father.
Reuben stood for a moment contemplating his half brother. He had a genuine affection for Joseph, in spite of the fact that he was spoiled. Reuben sensed that the young man shared his father's spiritual gifts, for he had a quality about him he and his brothers lacked.
“If you'd just try a little harder to be more pleasant to our brothers, they wouldn't despise you, Joseph.”
Once again Joseph was surprised. He had no idea how much his brothers resented him, and now he protested, “But I don't do anything to them.”
“Sometimes it's what you don't do that matters.”
Joseph looked puzzled.
“For instance, you don't do your work as you should because you know Father's not going to punish you for it. He lets you take off whenever you want to just sit by the stream or watch the clouds go by. How do you think that makes the rest of us feel?”
Reuben's remark stung Joseph, and he whined, “We're not all perfect, Reuben. We all have our faults.”
Reuben flushed a dusky red as he realized Joseph was reminding him of the sin he had committed with Bilhah. This happened every time Reuben tried to correct the young man. Joseph found some way to throw up to him that he had sinned terribly and had forfeited his birthright.
Reuben shook his head and turned away without a word.
“Thanks for getting Dan off my back,” Jacob called out. Not particularly concerned about having insulted his brother, he turned lightly away, walking among the sheep and thinking about what he would have for supper that night.
****
The older sons of Jacob often ate their evening meal together. As they gathered late that afternoon to share a pot of stew, even a casual observer would have seen one characteristic that several of the brothers shared: they had red-rimmed eyes like their mother, Leah. Leah had been cursed with an eye infection that had made her eyelids red, and she had passed this affliction on to all six of her sons, giving them odd-looking red eyes. It did not affect their vision, but it enabled outsiders to easily recognize that Reuben, Simeon, Levi, Judah, Issachar, and Zebulun were sons of Leah. The four sons of Jacob's concubines, Bilhah and Zilpah, were referred to by many as the “Sons of the Maids.” Jacob's youngest two sons, Joseph and Benjamin, whose mother, Rachel, he considered his True Wife, were not welcome in these gatherings of the other ten brothers.