![]() “Come inside, Bathsheba!” Her mother beckoned. “Better to be the only wife of a poor man than one woman among many in a king’s harem.” ![]() He has three wives already, my sweet.” As he looked into her eyes, his amusement faded. “David, here is another who has set you upon a pedestal.” Heat flooded into her cheeks as the man she idolized looked back at her grandfather with embarrassed tolerance. He laughed out loud and looked across at the handsome young man sitting across the fire. ![]() Tugging on her grandfather’s tunic, stretching up, she whispered her heart’s desire, “I want to marry David.” She looked across the fire at the man who appeared to her like an angel from heaven. “A mighty man to protect a pretty young maiden.” It won’t be long before I’ll have to find a husband for her.” “It’s hard to believe she’s growing up so fast. ![]() Her father watched her with a faint frown. “She’s becoming more like your mother every day, Eliam.” Laughing, Ahithophel ate it from her hand. Perched on her grandfather’s knee, Bathsheba tore off a piece of bread and offered it to him. ![]()
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