I didn’t like how I left the last entry so I rewrote it. Hirah the Adullamite is an important character/person to the story, whose friendship with Judah led Judah places he probably shouldn’t have went and enabled him to do what he did. I feel he came into Judah’s life as if he had always been there and while I do believe in taking literary liberties, I also favor subtleties. Sometimes you accomplish more that way. You can read the story from the beginning by clicking here. And thanks for stopping by my blog. 

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Lost in his thoughts, Judah continues to wander around the city until he realizes he is lost. He starts to backtrack, but the attempt is futile. He finds himself at another gate, but not the one he came in by. With the day coming to a close and his money bag still on the wagon, Judah begins to worry.

“Are you lost, my friend?”

Judah turns around. Even with all the people around him, he had been in his own thoughts for so long, he had not expected to hear from anyone. He sees a young man about his age. He is shorter and skinnier than Judah, with a head full of curly black hair. For a moment, Judah considers that he might be a thief or some kind of miscreant. But when the boy smiles, his large, toothy grin consuming his face, Judah abandons all thoughts of suspicion and sighs with relief. Perhaps he was sent by the Nameless One, whom his father worshipped.

“I am,” Judah says simply. Then introduces himself. “I am Judah, the son of Jacob, grandson of Isaac ben Abraham…”

Before he can continue, the boy’s face lights up and he bows before him.

“Ah, royalty,” he exclaims as he stands. “That Ba’al Mot would honor me like that is beyond what I deserve.”

Judah doesn’t know how to respond. Royalty?

“Didn’t you know?” There is humor in the young man’s voice. “The names of Abraham and Isaac are famous in this land. Your grandfather is a very wealthy man and commands the respect of kings.”

“I…I grew up in Padan-Aram,” Judah stutters. His parents had never mentioned this.

“Please, you should come home with me,” the boy says, placing his arm around Judah. “I don’t know your business here, you will be well-taken care of, better than any inn, I assure you.”

The suspicion returns and and Judah tightens the muscles in his shoulder. “I don’t know you.”

“A problem easily solved. I am Hirah.”

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