From the crack in the ceiling, Salman watched Rahab slowly rise to her feet in defiance. Who is this woman? He thought, and why does she risk her life for us? He felt humbled and ashamed as she wiped the blood from her mouth and turned to face her attacker. She’s coming back for more? Oh God! She’s pushing it too far. He’ll know.
Salman held his breath for what seemed like ages as Rahab stood there composing herself.
“I never asked for this life,” she forcefully replied, holding back her tears.
Rahab’s heart pounded visibly through her petite frame like a young deer frozen in a hunter’s sight.
Giddel stepped forward and clenched her face in his powerful hand, gazing fiercely into her eyes. The beast could not decipher such beauty.
“You'll get your reward. I’ll see to it myself.”
The soldiers stormed out of the room and down the staircase into the square.
Rahab watched from the window as Giddel marshaled his men and their horses - shouting orders left, right and centre, while cursing Adin for taking so long to open the gates. They charged out of the city down the moonlight road like a pack of ravenous wolves salivating on the scent of their prey. The gates closed behind them, and for that small mercy, Rahab was extremely grateful.
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