Chapter 10
He grunted. He gave a list of items to Micha. Water to quench thirst. And beer, of course. Two horses to pull their light chariot. Some light arms for self-defense.
Self-defense.
His mother made him swear that he would only fight to save himself or another. She claimed that his father insisted that he be raised with this value as well as to never eat the flesh or drink the blood of any animal.
To kill in cold blood or to engage in a war would invite the arrival of watchers or angels with the only weapon that could easily end his life. This weapon had many names but only one purpose: to defeat evil spirits or wayward Nephilim. He said the different names to himself.
Angel sword.
Sword of the seraphim.
Flame Sword.
His drifting thoughts stopped. His keen sense of smell alerted him before he heard the soft steps on the gravel behind him.
“Hello, Micha,” he said in a low voice, without facing him.