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Bible Stories: Masada
by Anonymous (address withheld)
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A story about death at Masada. It may not be sexy to
you, but is certainly was to me. Each to their own.
(MF, sn)
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Abraham knew the end was near. Every day the Roman
lines worked nearer the walls as the ramp neared
completion. Tomorrow would see it done and most likely
the storming of the city as well. Even now there were
people being killed by arrows and other missiles coming
over the walls. All food was gone and with it the
water. Surely God had turned his face from them. Even a
small amount of rain would refresh the defenders and
slow the Romans but it was not to be.
The Elders met in council and decided that the hated
sons of Rome would win only an empty victory. When they
entered the city they would find only the dead. There
would be no one to parade through the streets in
victory and the name of Masada would live as a lesson
to others oppressed by the eagles of Rome.
Abraham’s heart was heavy as he made his way home. Life
had been good, he had a loving wife and three wonderful
children before the legions came. Now it would end.
Already his only son had perished when a huge bolt had
crashed through the roof next door and a falling beam
had killed the boy.
Sara was waiting as he entered and one look at his face
was enough to bring her to tears. Her tears became sobs
when he told her of the council’s edict. As was their
practice the girls had already eaten what little food
was available and had said their prayers before bed.
The grieving couple prayed over the Torah and held each
other for a while as they discussed how to obey the
council. Knowing what witnessing the death of her
children would do to Sara Abraham had already decided
on a course of action.
The two removed their robes and held each other. Sara
was drawing strength from his quiet acceptance of their
fates. She had closed her eyes and just lay with her
head on his chest. Then the knife he had hidden slid
into her chest and pierced her heart. She had only time
to look at his face and see the loving sorrow there
before she died.
After covering the body of his beloved wife he went to
each of the girls beds. A long last look and a thrust
of the knife. Martha was his youngest, just six. She
died with only a small gasp. Sara was named after her
mother. Just coming into beauty she was a young woman
any father would be proud of and any man happy to take
as his wife in the few years it would take her to grow
into the honor of wifehood. But it was not to be.
In her room was not the sleeping girl her father
expected. Instead the black eyes were open and
watching. One look at the knife told her the stories
she had heard that day were true. Without a word she
bared her chest to allow her father a clear thrust. A
gentle kiss blocked her view of the blade entering the
smooth skin. She hugged him close to her as her heart
was penetrated and held on tight until it was all over.
After dressing the bodies of his family in their finest
robes he laid all three together and lay down next to
them before sheathing the blade in his own heart. He
had protected his family and the next day the Romans
were to find only a city of people that had chosen
death over Roman rule. Forever the name Masada would
stand for a determination to never submit to slavery.
Although the names of Abraham and Sara and their
children and the names of all their neighbors have been
lost in the sands of time what they did still shines as
an example for those who love freedom.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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