11 | Samuel

The words were a blade. David’s mind, so sharp in battle, scrambled for an escape. He would craft a lie so simple, so human, that no one would suspect. He would make it appear that the child was Uriah’s own.

When Bathsheba heard that her husband was dead, she mourned. She tore her garments and wept for seven days. And when the days of mourning were over, David sent for her and brought her into his house. She became his wife and bore him a son. samuel 11

A messenger rode back to Jerusalem with the news of the battle. “The enemy came out against us,” he reported. “Some of the king’s servants are dead. Your servant Uriah the Hittite is also dead.” The words were a blade

Joab read the letter. He understood. He did not question the king. That night, he launched an assault on the city walls. In the place where the enemy’s archers were strongest, he placed Uriah and a few other men. The arrows flew. Uriah the Hittite fell, his blood soaking into the foreign soil of Ammon. He would make it appear that the child was Uriah’s own