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Today's great! This loss!

Count them again, Abner.

I counted twice, my king.

It comes out the same.

Then say the number out loud.

Let me hear how it sounds in a man's mouth.

There is no number that helps you, my king.

Samuel would have told me what this means.

Samuel is in the ground at Rama.

Israel buried him and wept, and you tore the mediums out of the land the same

year.

Three nights I have asked.

Three nights nothing has come back.

The priests are still casting my king.

No dream.

No lot.

No profit.

Not a word, Abnon. Not a sign. Not so much as a bad dream to argue with.

And nobody doing to set it.

Then we fight without an answer.

Armies have done it before.

Those armies had a god who was merely silent.

Mine has turned his back, and I know the day he did it.

My king, have the men eat.

Say nothing to them about the counting.

Speak.

The priests have finished my king.

The lot gave nothing.

It gave nothing four times.

Alab, when I cleared this land of the ones who call on the dead,

did you take every one of them?

My king, you burned their houses yourself.

That is not what I asked you.

There is a woman at Endur.

Find me clothes that are not mine.

If we are seen on that road, my king, we are three men out of camp

on the night before a battle.

Then we will not be seen.

And if she does it?

If she truly brings him up, what will you ask him?

What I asked him while he was alive.

And he will answer me the same way.

The king of Israel went out of his own camp in another man's clothes and walked

all night around the shoulder of the hill into the country the enemy already

held.

That mind went and fived.

Call up a man for me.

I will tell you which one.

You know what the king did in this land?

He cut the mediums out of it, house by house.

Why are you laying a trap for my life?

As the Yord lives no punishment will come to you for this thing.

Whom shall I bring up for you?

Samuel.

Jaince's stars, the noughties of the end-tale.

Graemus Blutus by the Kestas.

Rouncer Blutus by Illebub.

Greatest highs can self.

Why have you lied to me?

You are Saul.

Do not be afraid.

What do you see?

I see one coming up out of the earth.

And the crack the colon seemed to momently amplify for fading back to its

quiet.

What form is he?

An old man is coming up and he is wearing a mantle.

Why have you disturbed me to bring me up?

I am in great distress.

The Philistines are making war against me.

God has turned away from me and answers me no more.

Not by prophets, not by dreams.

So I called you to tell me what I should do.

Why ask me when the Lord has turned away from you and become your enemy?

He has done what he spoke through me.

He has torn the kingdom out of your hand and given it to your

neighbor, to David.

Because you did not obey his voice at Amaleks,

He has done this thing to you today.

Tomorrow the Lord will give Israel with you into the hand of the Philistines.

And tomorrow you and your sons will be with me.

My Lord, your servant listened to your voice.

I took my life in my hand and did the thing you asked of me.

Now listen to the voice of your servant.

From grinding, let me set a piece of bread in front of you.

Thank you.

Why are you feeding me?

Because you have a long walk back and nothing waiting at the end of it.

You came here to be told something you did not already know.

There was never any such thing.

Did you get what you went for my king?

I got the truth.

It was the one thing I had not asked for.

Wake the men, Abban.

Put the youngest at the back of the line.

They are not going to wait for us to come down.

Then they will come up.

Hold the crest where the rock is steepest.

My king, Jonathan is down.

Below the rock, with the others.

All three of them, my king.

I saw it.

All three.

The ranks are gone, my king!

Come away while there is a way down.

That is the last thing I will ask of you.

You have a king to serve after today.

And it is not me.

Draw your sword, Eliab.

Finish it.

Before those men come up here and find me alive and make a show of me.

I cannot, my king.

Not that.

Ask me anything else.

I have carried everything of yours for 20 years.

I cannot carry that.

No. You were never the one who was going to do it.

Micah, get up.

You are going to run now.

Across the river, to Jabesh.

Tell them where their king is lying.

They will come.

They owe him.

And you?

I am staying with him.

Somebody has to.

Go.

So this is what a head-aller than everyone comes to.

The bronze goes to the house of our gods.

Send it tonight.

The man goes on the wall at Beth-sham, where the road can see him.

Him and his sons.

You came over the river in the dark.

From Gilebi.

Say it.

The king is on the wall at Beth-sham.

Him and his sons.

Since yesterday.

He came for us in the night once, when we were the ones on the wall.

Every man here knows it.

Then we walk tonight.

Every man in Jabesh who can walk.

Only sounds fine feathery volage of the tamarisk tree.

Seven days we eat nothing.

Not one of us.

That is what we owe him.

On the eighth day you go south, boy, and find the son of Jesse.

Tell him where the king is lying and who buried him.

He will want to know both.