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to leave at a moment’s notice. Enoch explained everything to them.
T hey exited the tunnels a half mile from the city. They would make their way across the Tigris and up into the Zagros mountain territory. They had some onagers to carry the young children, women, and elderly of the tribe. They would have to test their limits with a brisk pace to get as far from the city as they could before daylight.
Enoch knew that the gods would hunt them down as soon as they discovered the family was gone. They did not stand a chance, but he had to try. He had no other choice. Stay and certainly die, or run and probably die.
When Methuselah arrived at the gathering point with Edna, Enoch frowned. Methuselah stared him in the eye and said, “Would you prefer she marry the gods?”
Enoch stubbornly refused to answer as they moved on through the passageway. His son was right. After all Edna had been through with them, he should not have even raised the question. He would apologize for that later.
They had taken only a few paces when Edna pulled Methuselah aside and spoke to him in a whisper. “You might want to talk to me before implying romantic intentions in public to your father.”
“I was referring to saving you from the Sacred Marriage.”
Edna studied his face, regathering her thoughts. Then she took the chance of vulnerability, “So did you mean what you said when we were attacked by the Rephaim?”
“We were about to die, Edna,” he complained. “I said whatever came into my mind.”
She could not believe it. This stubborn onager was too scared to admit his feelings after all they had been through. But he had left an opening and her strategic training prepared her to take it.
“So, you are saying that at the moment of facing death, your love of me came into your mind?”
Methuselah walked on silently.
What was it with men? Why could they not just say what they felt?
“Poozela, just promise me one thing,” whispered Edna. “If we ever face certain death again, please do not say you love me unless you intend to admit your love to the world should we survive that certain death. I do not think that is asking too much, do you?”
“ Very well, Pedlum,” he said, “I promise. Now let us go.” They were behind the rest of the family.
Pedlum was a new nickname, adapted no doubt from Pedna into a more flowery affection. It was the tiniest hint that he was starting to break. Edna shivered with glee.
“By the way, happy birthday,” Methuselah added as an afterthought. He traipsed on.
She had forgotten. In the midst of all this terror, she had turned sixteen. It seemed inconsequential in light of the world ending and everything.
But he had remembered. He did remember.
Chapter 13
Enoch’s caravan had covered five leagues to the Tigris River by morning. He had pushed them. They were running for their lives, but this was all the distance they could make with women, children, and elderly.
A small river tribe with boats lived along the banks which could easily have taken them downriver. Unfortunately, their destination did not lie downriver in the heart of Shinar. They needed to travel upriver into the mountains of Aratta.
But there were no tribespeople in sight. Had they all hidden? Were they out on a hunt?
Enoch looked back along their path. The morning light revealed a pack of Nephilim already on their trail. Some women screamed. Enoch tried to calm them. Their backs were to the river. The Nephilim were riding down upon them. They had nowhere to go.
Methuselah held Edna tightly and gripped his mace even tighter, Enoch fell to his knees and cried out to Elohim, this god he barely knew and hardly trusted. But what could he lose now? They were all going to die. And this poor innocent river tribe , when they showed themselves, would be caught in the cross blades of slaughter. They had not done anything to deserve this. None of Enoch’s clan had done anything to deserve this.
The palace Nephilim had closed
T hey exited the tunnels a half mile from the city. They would make their way across the Tigris and up into the Zagros mountain territory. They had some onagers to carry the young children, women, and elderly of the tribe. They would have to test their limits with a brisk pace to get as far from the city as they could before daylight.
Enoch knew that the gods would hunt them down as soon as they discovered the family was gone. They did not stand a chance, but he had to try. He had no other choice. Stay and certainly die, or run and probably die.
When Methuselah arrived at the gathering point with Edna, Enoch frowned. Methuselah stared him in the eye and said, “Would you prefer she marry the gods?”
Enoch stubbornly refused to answer as they moved on through the passageway. His son was right. After all Edna had been through with them, he should not have even raised the question. He would apologize for that later.
They had taken only a few paces when Edna pulled Methuselah aside and spoke to him in a whisper. “You might want to talk to me before implying romantic intentions in public to your father.”
“I was referring to saving you from the Sacred Marriage.”
Edna studied his face, regathering her thoughts. Then she took the chance of vulnerability, “So did you mean what you said when we were attacked by the Rephaim?”
“We were about to die, Edna,” he complained. “I said whatever came into my mind.”
She could not believe it. This stubborn onager was too scared to admit his feelings after all they had been through. But he had left an opening and her strategic training prepared her to take it.
“So, you are saying that at the moment of facing death, your love of me came into your mind?”
Methuselah walked on silently.
What was it with men? Why could they not just say what they felt?
“Poozela, just promise me one thing,” whispered Edna. “If we ever face certain death again, please do not say you love me unless you intend to admit your love to the world should we survive that certain death. I do not think that is asking too much, do you?”
“ Very well, Pedlum,” he said, “I promise. Now let us go.” They were behind the rest of the family.
Pedlum was a new nickname, adapted no doubt from Pedna into a more flowery affection. It was the tiniest hint that he was starting to break. Edna shivered with glee.
“By the way, happy birthday,” Methuselah added as an afterthought. He traipsed on.
She had forgotten. In the midst of all this terror, she had turned sixteen. It seemed inconsequential in light of the world ending and everything.
But he had remembered. He did remember.
Chapter 13
Enoch’s caravan had covered five leagues to the Tigris River by morning. He had pushed them. They were running for their lives, but this was all the distance they could make with women, children, and elderly.
A small river tribe with boats lived along the banks which could easily have taken them downriver. Unfortunately, their destination did not lie downriver in the heart of Shinar. They needed to travel upriver into the mountains of Aratta.
But there were no tribespeople in sight. Had they all hidden? Were they out on a hunt?
Enoch looked back along their path. The morning light revealed a pack of Nephilim already on their trail. Some women screamed. Enoch tried to calm them. Their backs were to the river. The Nephilim were riding down upon them. They had nowhere to go.
Methuselah held Edna tightly and gripped his mace even tighter, Enoch fell to his knees and cried out to Elohim, this god he barely knew and hardly trusted. But what could he lose now? They were all going to die. And this poor innocent river tribe , when they showed themselves, would be caught in the cross blades of slaughter. They had not done anything to deserve this. None of Enoch’s clan had done anything to deserve this.
The palace Nephilim had closed
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