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“How do they know our every move?” Ben Hadad, the king of Aram yelled, pacing back and forth. “Do they have spies?”
He was enraged.
He slammed his hands on the table making his golden cup, and utensils fall to the floor. “Do they have spies?
Isreal has become a stench under my nose, Ben's left eye twitched in annoyance when his officers remained silent.
“Which one of you is a traitor!”
“Your highness,” the commander of his army spoke up, voice steady, dark eyes fearful. “They have a prophet.”
“His name is Elisha,” the man halted, swallowing. “He tells the king of Israel the very words you speak in your bedroom.”
The king's heart dropped to his stomach.
His mouth went dry, he was not afriaid he told himself. “Curse them!”
Just as he took another deep breath to calm his rage, the officer continued.
“That is not all.”
Ben snapped, fingers twitching. “Spit it out Hizazi! What else?”
“The God of Isreal does not lose,” the commander, Hizazi was known for his bravery, and to hear him sound so defeated made the king's blood boil. “He is the true God—unlike ours. We will be destroyed if we continue your highness. I've heard of the miracles—”
“No, this can't be!”
What they didn't know was the God of Israel was also the King of Kings.
And they were would be completely obliterated if they dared to challenge Him.