This was not one of them.
In this, she held also the fate of her people, the fate of herself, her own life. Her hands seemed tiny, unable to bare the burden placed upon them. They looked like lady's hands, one that had never known hard labor, never been burned or scraped or broken. All evidence of her toil was under the surface.
'Oh God in Heaven, how did it come to this?'
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Behold! behold the Lamb of God. For us He shed His precious blood.
O hear His all-important cry. Draw near and see the Savior die.
"Hadassah! Where have you got to?"
The maid pressed her fists into her hips, standing tall and imposing. Memur stood on the back porch, Hadassah hidden just out of sight by the dandelions and the sagebrush of the yard. The tiny yard was a prized possession in the overcrowded city of Susa; its babied gardens added flavor and color to their meals.
Hadassah wasn't hiding, precisely. She merely wanted to be left alone for the last few moments of sunlight. It set over the towering buildings of Susa, all of monochromatic bricks and dust, all painted the same colorless brown. The setting sun would set the city of Susa ablaze, the glowing light scattering reds, pinks and purples over the sky and the dust, haphazardly and beautiful.
God was in those moments. She could feel Him, closer than ever, in every speck of colored light, in the slowly cooling air.
"Hadassah, where have you got off to? Answer me!" There was a shrill note in Memur's voice that was unfamiliar. The sun was spilling the last of its color over the horizon. Sighing, Hadassah stood, brushing the dust off of her skirt.
"Here, Memur, I'm here."
Memur's dark eyes settled on Hadassah as soon as she came around the corner and into view. "Come quick, child. Framātar wishes to speak with you."
The servant stared at her, looking uncommonly sad. She hesitated, sighed heavily, before turning back into the house. "Hurry now. Framātar will not wait."
Hadassah took one last glance over her shoulder, watching the last of the color fade from the sky, before turning into the open door of their little stone home.
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