would. • • • • • Caleb and Salmon had found their way through the rubble and various skirmishes to the north quarter of the city. They brought along several other soldiers to help them. When they got there, they saw that the sections of the wall that held did indeed include Rahab’s inn. Yahweh’s providential care should not have surprised him. Her scarlet rope was now hanging out the front window marking her location like the blood of Passover on the doorposts. They rushed in and found Rahab with her family waiting with their sacks to leave. Caleb said, “Let us get out of here.” “Wait!” said Rahab. “Where is Yasha? Has anyone seen Yasha?” Everyone shook their heads. “Did anyone check her room?” Baraket barked, “We all rushed down here like you said.” Rahab rushed back up the broken down stairwell. The inn did not fall under the earthquake, but it had been shaken apart badly. Caleb told one of the soldiers, “Bring these family members out to safety beyond the walls. We will meet you.” He turned to Salmon, “ Keep watch,” and he bolted after Rahab to help her find her little sister. He found Yasha’s room where Rahab was nursing an unconscious Yasha. “She was knocked out by falling debris in the earthquake. I think she is okay.” Yasha began to come to. Rahab looked at Caleb, “Did Yahweh do this? Did he collapse the walls?” Caleb smiled, “With the snap of his fingers. ” Rahab said, “I guess I chose the right god to follow after all.” “No, I think he chose you, Rahab.” The look in his eyes shook her to her core. What kind of a god would choose me? Yasha awakened in Rahab’s arms. “Come, little sister, it is time we go home.” They were interrupted by a shout from below, “CALEB!” Caleb rushed out to find Salmon at the bottom of the stairs with his back against a wall—and two Anakim soldiers, about nine feet tall each with swords drawn facing him. At the doorway was Jebir who recognized Caleb and Salmon with a satisfied look. Caleb leapt off the balcony and grabbed the decorative drapery hanging against the wall. He judged correctly. The drapery could not hold his weight and it ripped, dropping him easily to the ground next to Salmon. The Anakim attacked. Their huge weapons came down simultaneously with massive power . Caleb and Salmon rolled out of the way. The counter was crushed into splinters. The Anakite that went after Caleb had a n iron war hammer. And he was furious and relentless. He was too fast for Caleb to get his whip sword out and extend it for a strike. He was too busy ducking and dodging and rolling out of the way of the monstrous pounding hammer shattering everything in its path into fragments.
The Anakite that went after Salmon had a sword. Fortunately for Salmon, he had confiscated an iron sword from the battle at Edrei; otherwise his old bronze sickle sword would have been broken in half by now under the force of the Anakite’s flurry of blows. Salmon was an excellent swordsman. He had won plenty of contests in the Israelite camp sparring with his fellow warriors. But this was no friendly Israelite. This was a screaming mad Anakite that was one and a half times his height and twice his weight. But he was not as good of a swordsman. Salmon immediately found his weakness. He was left-handed and he repeated the same crisscross slash pattern as he hacked at his small foe. Salmon could predict his behavior.
Caleb rolled out of the way as a hammer blow broke a hole in the floor. It took a second for the Anakite to wrest the hammer from the splintered floorboards, which was all the time Caleb needed to roll out his whip sword, Rahab. But it was not quite enough time, because the giant pulled it out and without even looking, immediately swung around expecting Caleb to be there. The hammer came in contact with a main pole holding the building. Caleb was next to that pole. He went flying and hit the floor