Once there was Darkness

Sandstorm

Part 8

“Nor do I. There is something about the water that she needs. If you notice, Rajaf has set up a way to heat it. It is always warm.” Kol saw the water flowing under a round object, to the pool, then out of the pool back to the round object.

“She will not drown?”

“No, we would.”

“I don’t like it.”

Max grinned, “Nor do I, my king.”

King Brum and his men stayed for thirty days. Half of his men, and a group of soldiers removed all the debris. The rest of his men helped with rebuilding the bell tower for the temple.

The Sabbath after it was finished, they all went to worship as the bell sounded out its call.

“No one has come forth to accuse King Kol of being an evil man.” Kessa smiled.

After worship, there was a mighty feast on the beach. Everyone was invited to attend. And everyone did. The food, the sounds, it was a party as well as a feast for all the senses. Everyone danced and ate. It was a much needed break.

Four pieces of scorched wood were used in rebuilding the market to remind everyone of this bitter storm. For the feast, it was the shelter they sat under to eat.

From across the sand 3 groups of 2 Bejhar came walking into view, side by side; carrying large pieces of black cloth attached to a pole between them. Their arms stretched to the sky. They stopped not far from the king. When the Bejhar dropped the cloth, there stood a large group of women. Kessa was front and center; directly in front of Kol. Dressed as Kol had never seen her before. She had flowers in her hair, her garments were deep blue and she had a tambourine in her hand. She started playing slowly then more women joined her. All the women’s dresses flowed with each step they took. It was a feast for all the senses.

Kol was entranced by Kessa. He followed her with his eyes no matter where she moved within the crowd of dancers.

Frego leaned over to him, “dad, what are they doing?”

Rajaf erupted with laughter, “young prince, they are making a joyful noise and dancing unto the Lord. We’ve talked about this.” (Psalm 149:3 / Psalm 150:4)

“Yes we have. But it’s different seeing it in action.”

“Yes it is,” Kol let out a long sigh.

The women danced and played for hours. At the end of the feast, the men of the Forest were ready to leave. Every citizen of Mecca lined up by the gate and shook the hand of every man from the forest as they left. King Brum was the last to leave.

“I cannot thank you enough for all you have done for us.” Kol shook his hand and Brum mounted his horse.