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made her way down the street. She had waited at the window until she saw<br />
the figure of her neighbor, Naboth, make his way to the stable to feed his<br />
precious horses.<br />
Her small feet padded against the soft earth as she approached the entrance<br />
of the stable. She stopped short and stepped off the path to pick up a<br />
rock. It was heavy, and she used both her hands to hold it to her chest. She<br />
sidled up the wall of the stable and listened for Naboth. She could hear<br />
him cooing to his prizes, and the muffled sound of horses chewing their<br />
evening meal. <strong>The</strong> sweet scent of horse and grain lapped gently against<br />
Jezebel’s face.<br />
She eased herself into the darkness and planted her hands firmly around<br />
the stone. She stopped again to locate Naboth. She saw him before she<br />
heard him. <strong>The</strong> moonlight poured through the stall door, and Jezebel<br />
could see him standing next to his prized stallion, patting his shoulder and<br />
speaking to him softly. His back was turned to her, and she took the opportunity<br />
to slide into the open stall carefully watching her step. Her small<br />
body never made a sound, and the air itself seemed to step gracefully out<br />
of her way. She put her shaking arms in the air and waited for Naboth to<br />
face her. She didn’t have to wait very long.<br />
<strong>The</strong> next morning the whole town was in a frenzy. Naboth’s wife could<br />
be heard wailing from the distant hills. People on the street whispered with<br />
soft voices and worried eyes. <strong>The</strong> receiver of the news took a few, slow,<br />
hesitant steps before racing off to find someone to tell.<br />
“Ahab, my husband, you should go to the neighbor’s. It would mean<br />
a great deal to Naboth’s wife if you did.” Jezebel was brushing her hair<br />
slowly, letting the waves of ebony roll down her back. “Perhaps you can<br />
have that horse of theirs you wanted so dearly.” She set the comb down<br />
and went about the room like she did every morning. Ahab nodded and<br />
after fastening his sandals, he stepped out into the hot sun.<br />
<strong>The</strong> room in Naboth’s house felt heavy and pressing when Ahab arrived.<br />
Naboth’s wife sat in a solitary chair, tears bathing her cheek along with<br />
smeared makeup. Women stood off to the side, rocking back and forth on<br />
their feet and throwing worried glances back and forth to each other.<br />
“Dido was his pride, his pet, his joy. I never…dreamed he would kill<br />
him,” the wife whispered to no one in particular.<br />
“I must inquire what happened,” Ahab stated, still sore at the refusal of<br />
his offer.<br />
One of the women stepped forward and placed her hand on her chest<br />
before speaking. “Dido turned on Naboth and kicked him. <strong>The</strong> side of his<br />
head was crushed in grotesquely.” She struggled with the last word, unsure<br />
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