Dathan’s eyes widened. “What are you doing here, Eliab?” He knew that the slave had delivered corn to the palace only two days before and shouldn’t show up again that soon.
Eliab gripped his shoulder and looked him straight in the eye. There was none of the cowering slave-like mannerisms in this Israelite.
“You are a first born son, yes?”
Dathan nodded.
“You have a first born son, yes?”
Dathan nodded. His throat tightened, remembering his wife’s fears for Salke.
