Chapter 35: The Elusive Song
“Like a prospector planning for gold,
like an adventurer on a treasure hunt.”
PROVERBS 2:4 MSG
Kester’s dream of heaven faded, leaving behind a peaceful glow of contentment. He slowly opened his eyes to find Lemuel staring at him from the other end of their shared pillow. Did my disguise slip? Kester hoped he hadn’t been singing in his sleep. Or shining.
The prince scooted closer until they were almost nose to nose.
Almost cross-eyed, Kester blinked to refocus. Something has changed.
Lemuel’s haughtiness and disdain were missing, as if the prince had forgotten to put them on. Happiness shone in his eyes, and Kester responded with a shy smile.
“Was it real?” Lemuel whispered. “I didn’t dream it up?”
“I was dreaming,” Kester answered seriously. “Did you dream as well?”
Catching Kester’s wrist, the prince said, “In mine, Father sang and told stories. He invited me to sit at his side, and he told me he loved me.”
“That was not a dream.”
“So it was real?”
“And I can see Father again today?” Lemuel asked.
Kester hesitated. “If he calls for me, we will go.”
The prince pouted and popped up. “Do you know, archivist?”
From his place at the worktable, Asaph said, “Good morning, boys. What have you been whispering about over there?”
“Did my father send for us?”
Asaph’s sleepy smile had an apologetic quality. “The king won’t hold court today. He’s been pulled into final preparations for a royal delegation from the south. But Kester has things to do today. Maybe you can help him.”
Lemuel looked between them. “Boring stuff?”
Kester slowly sat up and cocked his head to one side, listening for God’s call.
Scrambling out of bed, Kester slipped into his outer robe and patted at his hair. “I am Sent.”
“Then you must go,” Asaph said amiably. “Bring your friend.”
Although Kester braced for the prince’s denial, it never came. We are friends? How had such a thing come to pass? There had been no discussion on the matter, nor had they reached any kind of agreement. Perhaps friendship was a miracle?
“What about breakfast?” complained Lemuel. Before Kester could come up with an answer that didn’t involve manna, the prince asked, “Where are we going? Do I have to do anything menial? Because that’d be boring.”
Kester helped the other boy tie his sash, then tried to smooth his wild curls. “Not menial. Not boring. However, we need to hurry.”
Tying the straps to Lemuel’s sandals, Kester caught his hand and pulled him out the door. “Run!”
“But why?” gasped the prince.
“Because.” Kester lengthened his stride. “Someone is singing!”
Author’s Note: This story is a prequel to Christa Kinde’s Threshold Series [Zonderkidz] and updates on Mondays. More information can be found on the Sage and Song index page. Sage and Song, © Copyright 2015–2016 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.
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