Chapter 28: The Girl’s Name
A man who has friends must himself be friendly.
PROVERBS 18:24 NKJV
It was still night when Kester opened his eyes. Asaph was missing, probably recalled to heaven or visiting with the other members of their Flight. Without his vibrant presence, their room felt especially dark and quiet … but not entirely empty.
Kester turned his head to consider the young prince. He was curled on his side, head pillowed on one arm, blanket clutched to his chest. Is he cold? Now that his attention was drawn to the predawn chill, Kester could feel it. Moving with great care, he draped his own blanket up across Lemuel’s shoulders.
Within moments, the boy uncurled slightly, and his sleep seemed easier.
Lemuel lost most of his princely attitude in sleep. Perhaps because his hair was an utter mess.
Realizing this was likely normal, Kester slowly reached up and tugged his own curls into disarray.
He continued his solemn contemplation, though his thoughts turned inward. Can an angel be given to hospitality? Up until now, he’d only been coached in accepting hospitality. The reversal was a pleasant surprise. At least … it was while Lemuel was sleeping.
A small sound interrupted Kester’s musing.
Lemuel slept on, but his lashes fluttered, and his brows drew together in an expression of discomfort.
A dream? Kester quickly checked the room for any sign of the boy’s Guardian, but he had yet to see any angelic warriors hanging around the prince.
Then Lemuel whimpered.
Propping himself up on one elbow, Kester touched the other boy’s shoulder. “Fear not,” he said softly. “You are safe.”
A single word made it past Lemuel’s half-formed sob, and a searching hand found Kester’s sleeve.
“I am not her,” Kester whispered.
But that didn’t matter to the prince, who wriggled closer. Lemuel nearly toppled Kester off the bed, and his nose was mashed into Kester’s shoulder.
This much closeness wasn’t something to which the young angel was accustomed, but clearly Lemuel needed more than Asaph and Kester had provided. And without his mentor there, remedying the oversight fell to him. With a soft sigh, Kester took their initial offer of hospitality and expanded it to include an offer of comfort.
“Fear not. I am here.” he soothed, patting the prince’s back. “But I am not Magdiel. I am Kester, and I will remain with you.”
Again, Lemuel mumbled the girl’s name. But in a happier tone.
Prompted by the voice of One whose kindness knows no end, Kester added a tentative, “Peace … friend.”
Author’s Note: This story is a prequel to Christa Kinde’s Threshold Series [Zonderkidz] and updates on Thursdays. More information can be found on the Sage and Song index page. Sage and Song, © Copyright 2015 Christa Kinde, all rights reserved. If you want to receive an email whenever my stories update, subscribe to this blog. You can also watch for notifications on Twitter.