“Why is everyone crying?” Hannah
asked.
“Because,” Paul answered, “many
people have died tonight.”
“Even Pharaoh’s own son died in
the palace!” James exclaimed.
As his words filled the space
around them they bounced off marble walls, massive columns and beautiful
candles that lit the large cathedral-like room they were standing in. The three
children spun in circles looking at Pharaoh’s palace.
The sound of footsteps came from
a long hallway that entered from the left side of the room. Another sound mixed
with the steps. It was a kind of thumping or tapping that seemed to be working
in rhythm with the footfalls. Tap—step, step. Tap—step, step.
A man with a long grey beard,
wearing a dirty-brown robe that billowed around him walked into view. He was
holding a large walking stick in his right hand. It thudded against the marble
floor as he walked forward. Tap—step, step. Tap—step, step.
Behind him came another man. He
was dressed much the same but carried no staff.
A deep voice bellowed into the
night, “MOSES!” The children were startled by the voice. Where had it come
from? They walked around the huge column they were standing next too and saw,
at the far right of the palace hall, a huge throne with a beautifully dressed
man sitting on it.
“It’s Pharaoh!” As James said
the words all the air expelled from his lungs in shock.
“He looks so important!” Hannah
said.
“He is—or was—until this night,”
Paul added.
The man with the staff stopped
at the far edge of the hall.
“That’s Moses,” Paul said, “and
Aaron, his brother.”
“They look tired,” Hannah said.
“They have been through a lot,”
Paul said. “They have been waiting for tonight for a long time.”
“Moses,” Pharaoh thundered again. “Leave us!” Pharaoh
took a ragged breath. He seemed to be struggling to speak.
“Is he crying?” Hannah asked.
“I think so,” Paul answered.
Pharaoh swept his hand from one
side of the room to the other as he shouted, “Go away, all of you!” Another sob
shook Pharaoh’s frame and then, defeated, he said, “Go and serve the Lord as
you have requested. Take your flocks and herds, and be gone.”
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