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Jenny PresTon<br />
My Beloved<br />
<strong>The</strong> woman in the window gazed out at the lush land of the Hula Valley.<br />
<strong>The</strong> rolling hills swayed gently against the early morning sky and gave<br />
way to rich farmland and large gatherings of water that glistened in the<br />
early Middle Eastern rays. She tilted her sharp chin downward and flicked<br />
her eyes to the neighboring pastures. Four horses were grazing peacefully,<br />
the wind gently tousling their manes. <strong>The</strong> three mares were a rich<br />
chestnut color that burned in the summer sun. <strong>The</strong>y were small and finely<br />
sculpted with dished faces and slender limbs. <strong>The</strong> stallion, standing a few<br />
feet away from the mares, was pure and white as a virgin. He was larger<br />
than the mares but arched an elegant neck and tossed his noble head into<br />
the summer air. <strong>The</strong> woman in the window let her eyes bathe the stallion’s<br />
body from his silk mane to his ivory hooves. His feet where rather large<br />
compared to the mare’s dainty hooves.<br />
<strong>The</strong> stallion turned his head to watch the man walk down the dirt road<br />
towards the woman in the window. His sandals scuffed against the earth,<br />
causing a cloud of dust to lay idle behind his steps. He stopped at the<br />
edge of the house and looked up to his wife. She looked back, her dark<br />
makeup shimmering in the sunlight. Her eyes were searching, curious, and<br />
demanding so he quickly stepped inside before she could speak.<br />
She pursed her lips, knowing the news couldn’t be good. When she<br />
heard him enter the room, she stood and moved to sit at the table.<br />
“He refuses, Jezebel, he won’t sell me the stallion. His stable hides in<br />
the shadow of my palace, and I can offer three times as much as what<br />
that horse is worth, and he still refuses.” <strong>The</strong> room was silent except for<br />
clinking of jewelry as Jezebel shook her head. “He said to me he could<br />
not sell the stallion because his blood line has been in his family for five<br />
generations.” <strong>The</strong> man furrowed his brow; his dark eyes grew cold and<br />
distant. “That stallion, Dodi , is only fit to be owned by a king. He has to<br />
be mine. If I can’t posses him no one can”<br />
Jezebel laid her hand on her husband’s shoulder to quiet him. Her gentle<br />
touch softened him, and he relaxed his tensed muscles.<br />
“Hush now, Ahab, my husband. I will take care of it.” Jezebel patted his<br />
shoulder before stepping away to fix him his morning meal.<br />
<strong>The</strong> evening was pitch black, the moon hiding her face behind a shawl of<br />
clouds. Jezebel pulled her garments closer to her small frame and gingerly<br />
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