"WHY IS THIS foreigner with you?" asked the commander.
"He has been enlightened by the gods," answered the governor. "And he will help us to find the best solution." He quickly changed the subject. "The number of tents appears to have increased today."
"And it will increase even more tomorrow," said the commander. "If we had attacked when they were nothing but a patrol, they probably wouldn't have returned."
"You're mistaken. Some of them would have escaped, and they would have returned to avenge themselves."
"When we delay the harvest, the fruit rots," insisted the commander. "But when we delay resolving problems, they continue to grow."
The governor explained that peace, the great pride of his people, had reigned in Phoenicia for almost three centuries. What would the generations yet unborn say if he were to interrupt this era of prosperity?
"Send an emissary to negotiate with them," said Elijah. "The best warrior is the one who succeeds in transforming an enemy into a friend."
"We don't know exactly what they want. We don't even know if they desire to conquer our city. How can we negotiate?"
"There are threatening signs. An army does not waste its time on military exercises far from its own country."
Each day saw the arrival of more soldiers, and the governor mused about the amount of water necessary for all those men. In a short time, the entire city would be defenseless before the enemy army.
"Can we attack now?" the high priest asked the commander.
"Yes, we can. We shall lose many men, but the city will be saved. But we must decide quickly."
"We must not do that, Governor. The gods of the Fifth Mountain told me that we still have time to find a pacific solution," Elijah said.
Even after hearing the conversation between the high priest and the Israelite, the governor feigned agreement. To him, it made little difference whether Sidon and Tyre were ruled by Phoenicians, by Canaanites, or by Assyrians; what mattered was that the city be able to go on trading its products.
"We must attack," insisted the high priest.
"One more day," said the governor. "It may be that things will resolve themselves."
He must decide forthwith the best way to face the Assyrian threat. He descended from the wall and headed for the palace, asking the Israelite to go with him.
On the way, he observed the people around him: the shepherds taking their flocks to the mountains; the farmers going to the fields, trying to wrest from the arid soil sustenance for themselves and their families. Soldiers were exercising with spears, and a few newly arrived merchants displayed their wares in the square. Incredibly, the Assyrians had not closed off the road that traversed the valley from end to end; tradesmen still moved about with their merchandise and paid the city its tax for transport.
"Now that they have amassed such a powerful force, why have they not closed the road?" Elijah asked.
"The Assyrian empire needs the products that arrive in the ports of Sidon and Tyre," replied the governor. "If the traders were threatened, they would interrupt the flow of supplies. The consequences would be more serious than a military defeat. There must be some way to avoid war."
"Yes," said Elijah. "If they want water, we can sell it to them."
The governor said nothing. But he understood that he could use the Israelite as a weapon against those who desired war; should the high priest persist with the idea of fighting the Assyrians, Elijah would be the only one who could face him. The governor suggested they take a walk together, to talk.
THE HIGH PRIEST REMAINED ATOP THE WALL, OBSERVING the enemy.
"What can the gods do to deter the invaders?" asked the commander.
"I have carried out sacrifices at the Fifth Mountain. I have asked them to send us a more courageous leader."
"We should act as Jezebel has done: put an end to the prophets. A simple Israelite, who yesterday was condemned to die, is today used by the governor to entice the people to peace."
The commander looked at the mountain.
"We can have Elijah assassinated. And use my warriors to remove the governor from his position."
"I shall order Elijah killed," replied the high priest. "As for the governor, we can do nothing: his ancestors have been in power for several generations. His grandfather was our chieftain, who handed power down to his son, who in turn handed it to him."
"Why does custom forbid our bringing to power someone more efficient?"