Three years later, I sighted Ziba coming with force at the city gates of Lodebar with some Israelites army beside him this time. I was scared even as I stood on the porch looking at the chariots charging towards the gate and Mephiboseth standing beside me.
Where’s your Father, Kaine!
He died 4years ago!
What! is it already up to…… Ziba looked nervous
what is going on Ziba? and what are those Israelites doing outside Lodebar?
leave the questions for now! Did your Father, Machir do what I told him to do, please tell me he did not drown the boy! tell me he’s still alive or we all are doomed!!!
which boy do you speak of, Ziba?
That lame wretch I brought here 5 years ago whose existence seems to be haunting me now as King David seems to be interested in his case.
Don’t even know which Spirit that was in that boy that made me mention his name before the king…
You mean Mephiboseth!
Yes, indeed Mephiboseth…. is he dead
I am alive my Lord…. The God of Israel has kept this dead dog alive….. Mephiboseth said, as he was carried out by my slaves from the chambers.
Ziba stood ashamed knowing the moment would never favour him only if he had taken care of Mephiboseth rather than abandoning him in Lodebar.
Joab stormed in and ordered that the boy to be carried off! and Lodebar be shut down as it was near to Hebron than Persia!
What I thought was my doom now became my Joy, dear Persians….
