Storyteller and Children's Literature Author

The Color of your Ruby Lips


“Quick! Hide up here.”

They followed on my heels out of breath. “Thank you. Where?”

“Under the drying flax. Pray to your God they won’t find you. I’ll keep them distracted. Listen! They are here!”

As I descended, I pulled the combs out and mussed my locks. I unfastened the top of my tunic and tugged off the belt, tossing it into the bedroom. For once, I felt glad I hadn’t made my bed. The pounding on the door brought me over and I wrenched it open.

Soldiers.

“What can I do for you?” I peeked back, then stepped out, closing the door behind me.

“We’re searching all of Jericho for two spies!”

“No one like that here. But earlier, two men came and left at dusk before the gates closed. Where they are now, is a mystery. ”

They glanced at each other, then took in my appearance from head to bare toes. I kept the smile hidden. One elbowed the other.

“Rahab it’s our job to check.”

I gave them access.

They searched the main room and glanced toward the bedroom. I led them in and made an ordeal of straightening the blankets. I grabbed the belt from the floor and slowly attached it, smoothed my tunic, pulled my hair back and tucked in a comb. I smiled. “See, no men here.”

“Not now.” He smirked.

The other said, “You have a rooftop. Show us.”

They followed me. On the roof, the search continued. Near the flax, a terrible odor met us. “What is that stench?”

“Not sure.”

“Smells like something died. We didn’t find anyone. Let’s go.”

I led them out. Waited. Ascended the stairs. “Are you all right? Come out, they’re gone.”

The handsome men crawled out. Salmon spoke. “I’m sorry to inform you, but a cat gave birth and died. The kittens appear to have also. Want me to pull them out?”

“Oh no! How sad. Your God caused this… shielded you.”

I smiled. “Yes. Please. Here is a sack you can place them in.”

Salmon and Jacob retrieved the mess. “Where would you like me to put this?”

“Right over… What is that?”

A frail meow.

He peered inside and pulled out a tiny black and white fur ball. “Seems one survived. I imagine he’s hungry.”

I took the poor thing in my hands. “I’ll nurse him to fatness. Now, what shall I do with you?”

“We need to get back to our countrymen. We’ve discovered all that’s necessary. Can you let us down from this window?”

I went over and pointed. “Hide in the hills for three days. I sent those pursuing you elsewhere.”

Salmon asked, “Why have you done this?”

“Stories of your God protecting and fighting for you, warmed my heart. I too believe in your God. Please do me a favor. Save me and my family when you come.”

Salmon searched my face. “We swear we will protect you. Our lives for your lives. Only keep word of us silent. Our Lord will give us this land, yet you shall live on.”

“Thank you.” I smiled. We gazed into each other’s eyes. Then I felt it. Warmth spread through my body. He must have too, for he took me into his arms. Gently, not like other men. The kiss. Sweet with a promise of more. Indescribable.

Jacob cleared his throat. “We better be going.”

I found the perfect rope. It belonged to my grandmother. “Here, this should get you close to the lower wall and the ground is but a leap. When young, I used to sneak out.”

He tied the rope to a beam and tossed it over the sill. “This chord is unbelievable. The color reminds me of your ruby lips. Keep it hanging out this window as a sign. All your family needs to be inside this house when we come and all will be saved. I promise.”

He kissed me again. I watched until I glimpsed them no more.

Until later. He kept his promise.



Authors note: This is fiction and my impression of what COULD have happened to Rahab, the great great grandmother of King David.
I put in the lines:  I found the perfect rope. It belonged to my grandmother.
This I feel is significant, because of the color scarlet which represents Christ's saving blood. Also, I feel something or someone had to have softened Rahab's heart to the truth. I like to think her grandmother did. And why did she have a red chord? Your guess is as good as mine.







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