The Hebrew

Pharaoh sat seated on his throne. His opaquely brown eyes burned with ire and intimidation. Walking through the hall, a lean man of common height walked hastily. His white knee length kilt stretched excessively as his long legs carried him to the location. He turned into the throne room. The man’s steps slowed and he lowered his head in reverence. As he approached pharaoh, his face was drawn with anxiety.
“What took you so long Smekhio?” Ahmose’s voice was resonant with fury.
The vizier hunched forward in a bow, then stood erect again. He met the pharaoh’s gaze hesitantly. A slight tremor went throughout his body. “I am greatly sorry immortal one. I will not do that again.”
Ahmose examined the man closely. It was very apparent he was fearful. A small grin played on Ahmose’s features. The pharaoh liked it when his people feared him. It brought him a kind of warped joy. However, he carefully concealed this in front of his administration.
“Very well, but if you do,” Ahmose smiled slyly, “You will have no legs in which to carry yourself before me, or anyone else for that matter!” The pharaoh clapped his hands and almost immediately, a young Egyptian woman appeared with an iron tray in her hands. On it lay a goblet filled with strong drink. The woman lowered her head as she lifted the tray to Ahmose. He picked up the goblet and drank. After he was satisfied, Ahmose put it back on the tray. The woman went back to her previous position soundlessly.
“You are probably wondering why I asked you here,” The pharaoh said after a while.
Smekhio gazed at the pharaoh all the more intently, too afraid to let the pharaoh’s stare escape him. “As always, you are correct my lord.”
The pharaoh nodded thoughtfully. Suddenly, Ahmose lifted out of his throne and slowly walked down the granite steps below. His sandals made soft thuds as he moved. Smekhio grew tense.
“Gather all other officials, besides yourself, and have them meet me outside of the palace. I want to talk to you all.” Ahmose steadily walked past Smekhio, but stopped abruptly. “Oh, I almost forgot,” he turned around and stared at Smekhio, “Be sure to include the high priest. His opinion is as important as all the others. We wouldn’t want to infuriate the gods, would we?”
“No, sire.” whispered the vizier
Ahmose rotated the opposite way and continued out of the spacious room. Behind him, several female servants followed.
When Smekhio saw that the pharaoh was gone, he relaxed slightly.
“Thank the gods he is gone.” The thin man rubbed his forehead while thinking of the pharaoh’s command. “I had better do as pharaoh says. As vizier it is my duty. If I don’t, he will have my legs!” With that, he walked out and began his search for the rest of the administration.





Amram looked across the land of Goshen and took in the fertile land and the mere beauty of the region. The sun hung high amidst the turquoise sky and a pack of geese flew in clusters making husky hissing and quack like sounds. Granite buildings were scattered across the terrain. Shepherds were mending to their sheep herds, while women and children prepared bread, cleaned clothing, tended to their crops and created new garments for another day’s use. Several people called out to Amram and waved. He responded with a welcoming hello.
Amram turned around after some time and examined his home. The medium sized building was a good size for his family. Two equally spaced out windows were placed on either side of the acacia door. He leisurely walked up to the door and opened it.
Inside, the main quarter was generously sized and covered in a limestone floor that was partially covered with a coarse papyrus rug. A small niche was set into one wall. Painted pottery and some oils were displayed in it. One clay pedestal table was beneath the niche and laden with a clay pitcher, utensils, and other common house features. Near the opposite wall, a doorway had a stone staircase which led up to the second floor.
Amram strode toward the table and poured himself a cup of wine. The wine was light and had a sweet fragrance. Amram took a drink and closed his eyes in delight of the flavorful liquid.
As a metalworker, the high quality items he created brought in a fair size of money, though not as much as other trades. However, the money he did gain allowed him to provide a good home for his family and even some luxury goods, such as jewelry. He could also afford to hire a shepherd to take care of his flocks. This was a needed necessity for Amram, because he didn’t have enough time to take care of them himself, being a metalworker, and Aaron was too young to tend to them. Though Miriam offered many a time to help with the flocks, he discouraged her from doing such things. It could be a tedious job for a young girl.
“Ah, I see you are refreshed.”
Amram was jolted out of his thoughts and turned to face the direction the voice came from. Gracefully Jochebed walked down the remaining few steps. Amram put his cup down and smiled. Jochebed was a comely woman. Her long auburn hair was up in a braided bun which accentuated her oval face and symmetrical features. The simple woolen long sleeved dress she wore was a rich crimson color that brought out her sienna eyes. A papyrus belt was wrapped around her small waist.
“You look as beautiful as ever.” whispered Amram breathily
He waited until she was close, and then drew Jochebed near to him. She giggled softly and Amram kissed her on the cheek. Jochebed looked at him fondly.
“I thought you were at work.” Jochebed scrolled her fingers over his trim beard.
“I was, but I decided to take a break. Belize will take my place.”
Jochebed gave a concerned expression as she lowered her hand. “What about your pay?”
Amram slowly released the woman and refilled his cup with some more wine. Jochebed continued to look at him, a questioning gleam in her bright eyes.
“I can go back later in the evening, or I can make it up tomorrow.” Amram took a long sip of the sweet liquid. After a moment he said, “I need to be sure I spend enough time with you and the children.” Jochebed nodded hesitantly, nonetheless agreeably.
Amram turned in the opposite direction as nonchalantly as he could. A silent breath of relief escaped from his mouth. He didn’t want to tell his wife the news yet. He didn’t want to tell her of the horrible rumors he had heard around town and in nearly every home. No--now was not the time, especially with the new child on the way.


A small smile went across her face as Jochebed watched Amram. Her thoughts were teeming with admiration of the man that stood before her. I am very blessed by YHWH to have a husband like this, she thought.
When Amram turned he saw Jochebed examining him and he let out a small chuckle. “Is something wrong, wife?”
“No. I was just thinking about how great a husband and father you are.” Amram flushed slightly. He was a humble man and always got embarrassed when complimented, even around his wife.
Gentle, quick foot steps came from the stairs. Both Jochebed and Amram looked to see who was coming. After a moment, Aaron appeared running down the steps. He lingered on the last step, his eyes glued to Amram..
“Hello father.” He gaily walked to him.
Aaron was a sweet child. His chestnut hair and similar colored eyes gave him a delicate appearance. Nevertheless, he had a high spirit and a lot of energy for a two year old. At times his high energy got him into trouble.
“Hello Aaron. What is it that you want?” Amram looked at him tentatively.
“You are back early father. Did something bad happen?”
“No son, nothing bad happened.” Aaron’s father recoiled inside. He couldn’t believe he just told a lie to his only son. However, Amram concealed this by giving him an amused expression, and then continued, “I decided to…spend some time with you and Miriam.” He lowered himself to Aaron’s height.
“Well,” Aaron hesitated for a moment and looked down at his sandals. He finally returned his gaze to his father, “Can you tell me the story of Abraham again?” Amram stared at the boy. A broad smile gradually filled his features. His white teeth illuminated his face.
“I told you this story just a few days ago,” Aaron’s countenance changed. His normally smiling mouth shifted to a frown. Amram quickly added, “But I don’t believe it would harm anyone to tell it again.” The small boy grinned and followed Amram back outside. Jochebed came also, but stood at the entrance and listened. Aaron sat on the grass, his small legs crossed, while Amram stayed standing.
Amram was very happy that his son loved to hear the stories of his heritage. This pleased him greatly. He retold the story of Abraham in great detail, just as his father Kohath had imparted to him and Levi to him. Aaron watched his father closely and never took his eyes off of him.
The lad was intrigued by his history. His favorite story was of Abraham and how the Lord honored his faith and blessed him considerably. He heard the story since he was barely able to walk, but each time his father retold it, the words he spoke came to life. It was almost as if Aaron was reliving that very moment in history.
“Then the Lord told Abraham ‘Stop!’ and he drew the knife back from Isaac’s breast. God told Abraham how pleased he was of his obedience and reminded Abraham once again of the promise He gave to him” continued Amram.
“What happened to them next, father?” Aaron’s eyes were wide with excitement. Amram heard a soft chuckle and glanced up. Jochebed was standing still with her hand held over her mouth to muffle the noise. He beamed slightly and put his focus on Aaron again.
“Well, eventually Isaac grew to be a man. Abraham knew that it was time for Isaac to get a wife.”
Amram continued the narrative. He concluded the story with Abraham’s death and burial.
“Can you tell me another one, father?”
“I could son, but not today.”
Disappointment was etched on Aaron’s face. “Can you tell me a story tomorrow, then?”
“Why of course!”
Jochebed stepped out of the door entrance, “Aaron, come inside now.” Jochebed insisted, “Your father is done telling you the story and I have some chores I want you to help with.”
Aaron furrowed his brow, while grimacing faintly. “Okay mother.” His voice was flat.
Jochebed walked up to him and took hold of his hand. “Come.” Aaron treaded back toward the house. Amram followed behind him and Jochebed up to the door, and then stopped.
“Are you coming in too, husband?” Jochebed asked when she was facing him.
Amram briefly turned his head in the direction of the pastures and saw Mattithiah, his shepherd, in the distance.
“No,” Amram turned his gaze to his wife, “I will go and talk to my shepherd for a while.”
“Don’t be gone too long. The children are happy you are free today.” Jochebed paused, “as am I.”
Amram gave her an unreadable expression. Jochebed was about to ask him why he gave that look, but before she could get the words out, Amram leaned towards her and gave her a thorough kiss. He smiled gently.
“I’ll be back shortly.” Amram rotated and walked out toward Mattithiah. Jochebed called after him.
“Amram, don’t be late for the meal I am preparing! It will be ready in a few hours.”
Amram looked back at Jochebed as he walked. Her flawless features were twisted with concern. “Stop fretting woman! I will be back in time.” Amram continued his short journey.


Mattithiah was a middle aged man. His deeply tanned skin clearly showed his intensive exposure to the Egyptian sun. The man’s deep hazel eyes pierced into anything he looked at and gave him a ferocity that caught many people’s attention. However, he was a gentle man with the animals and a good shepherd. Mattithiah took very kindly to children and almost anyone else who was polite towards him.
“How are you Mattithiah? Well I hope.”
Mattithiah quickly rotated his head and observed the tall man approaching him. When he saw it was Amram, he relaxed slightly, his facial expression softening.
“Amram, my friend, I am fine.” He broke off momentarily. “What brings you back so soon?”
Amram waited until he was before him and then responded, “Something came up. I decided to take a break and enjoy some time with my family.” Mattithiah smirked with a nod.
“That is good. Family is important.” Mattithiah examined Amram closely, “But, may I ask what came up that provoked to take time off? Was it something serious?”
The shepherd’s question hit Amram like a brick. He didn’t know what to do or if he should explain the situation to Mattithiah. Would the man understand, or would he run off in utter and complete terror? Amram didn’t want to know the answer.
“Nothing really. I just thought it would be good for me, my wife and children if I took a break from work.”
Mattithiah acknowledged Amram’s words with a small nod. However, his eyes showed skepticism.
The shepherd and Amram began talking about other things, mainly the flocks and economic issues. Still, Mattithiah occasionally discussed the details of his home life. Amram listened carefully, interjecting his own stories and life lessons throughout. This conversation lasted several hours.
“When will…” Mattithiah trailed off in mid sentence as he gazed over Amram’s shoulder. A large grin went across his dark face. Amram gave a puzzled expression and twisted in the direction Mattithiah was observing.
To his surprise, Miriam was heading toward the two men. Her extensive roan hair blew in the light breeze, while the sun gave her an almost angelic glow. Miriam was eight years older than Aaron. However, she was much mellower than him and had an air about her that generated both respect and intrigue.
“Miriam, what is it?” Amram asked when she was directly in front of him.
“Mother wants you to come in now, she has the meal prepared.” She looked at Amram steadily.
“Well, I must go Mattithiah. We must have lost track of time. I will speak to you tomorrow, no?”
“Of course Amram, tomorrow then.” Mattithiah glanced at Miriam quickly and winked playfully. “Perhaps I will see you as well, child.”
Miriam wryly smiled while nodding. Amram said his goodbyes and took Miriam’s hand in his as they walked back to the home.

Jochebed and Miriam served the meal while Amram and Aaron sat on the papyrus rug, almost immediately consuming the food that lay before them. On the ground lay, coarse leavened bread in a papyrus basket, ripe onions, cucumbers, herb seasoned fish on a clay tray, lentil stew, and millet cake.
Miriam walked up to Aaron. “Here, have some figs. They are very succulent.” Aaron looked up at her, his delicate features radiating contentment.
“No thanks Miriam. I think I have plenty.” Miriam shrugged and offered some to her father. “Would care for any father?”
“Why yes.” Amram reached up and picked two rather large figs up from the plate. Jochebed approached him after Miriam was seated and poured some wine into his cup.
“How do you like the fish?” whispered Jochebed next to her husband’s ear.
“It is good.” Amram turned his head to her and grinned.
“That’s a simple answer. I see you still flatter me after all these years.” Jochebed moved from him and placed the pitcher next to the food. She finally sat opposite of Amram. When she looked up at him, his grin was faded and his face seemed full of sorrow.
“What’s wrong Amram?”
Miriam and Aaron turned to their father and watched him. Amram looked at his wife, then at his two children, determining whether to say what was burdening his heart, or to diminish it from his thoughts. He forced a smile.
“My stomach is a little irritated.”
“It is more than that, I can tell. Why do you not tell me?”
“As I said, it is my stomach,” Amram paused trying not to seem desperate, “I must have eaten something that disagreed with me.”
Jochebed frowned and stood to her feet. Hurt was very obvious on her face as she stared at Amram. Without warning, she hastily walked toward the door.
“Wait!” called Amram as he rose to his feet. Jochebed stopped abruptly.
“What?”
Amram stood, but said nothing. He couldn’t bring himself to tell his wife the news. Besides, they were just rumors. Who knew if they would actually happen.
Jochebed was silent, awaiting an answer. When she heard nothing, she glanced at him quickly, then walked out the door.
Amram sat down again and continued eating. Miriam observed her father closely.


savored the succulent figs and cucumbers and the herbed fish was also very appetizing. The aroma of the herbs and fresh baked bread spread throughout the room.
Miriam enjoyed onions and fish while, Aaron continued in eating his bowl of lentil stew, cucumbers and figs. Jochebed sat near the children after she finished serving food and watched them as they ate. All the while she drank some wine and enjoyed bread dipped in olive oil.
Amram looked at his wife and eventually she met his gaze. They smiled at each other. Amram knew he was very blessed to have a good family, a sturdy home, and a pleasant life in Egypt. However, he silently wondered how long it would last.



Ahmose stood erect while two female servants each held a single large leaf over him, shading him from the intense sun. Behind him, Ahmose heard footsteps.
“They are here, sire.” Smekhio held his arm out to the officials once the assembly was in plain view of the pharaoh. Ahmose turned to face them.
“I am glad you are here.” Ahmose paused, and then continued, “I have some questions concerning Egypt. Things appear to be going well. However, I want to be sure of this.”
The group of middle aged to almost senior aged men stood silently. One man walked forward after a moment and bowed low.
“Ah, the one man who is courageous enough to speak first.” Ahmose smirked, but quickly grew serious. “What is it you will to say to me?”
The advisor remained a distance, but rose to his feet. An air of confidence was very apparent in his stature.
“My lord pharaoh, the crops are flourishing and the animals are producing offspring more bountifully than in years. Surely, your mind can lay to rest at the prosperity of Egypt. The gods must be pleased with your wise judgment and knowledgeable leading of this nation.” The official stepped back and resided once again amongst the rest of the administration.
“Come, come. There must be more reports on the well being of Egypt and its citizens.”
No one said anything. All of the men looked at each other, deciding to address the pharaoh or not. Ahmose began to become angered. “If no one will speak, I will have all of your heads! I can replace each and every one of you, if I will it!”
Ahmose’s fury was now very apparent. The administrators became silent, until finally a stocky, overweight man advanced toward the pharaoh, only stopping feet away from him.
“O, immortal one, may I inquire of your mind?” Ahmose considered his request. The pharaoh motioned his hand in approval.
“Do you know who the children of Israel are, sire?” Pharaoh frowned.
“Of course I know who they are! They are a people from the land of Canaan who primarily herd sheep.”
“From what I see, they also smell.” a younger man from the assembly blurted out The rest of the men laughed heartily.
“Enough!” Ahmose shouted loudly and the group hushed. “Now, what are you trying to get at? I don’t have all day.” Ahmose looked steadily at the advisor.
“Well, I have gathered data from the other provinces that clearly show that the Hebrews have grown in number. They are a great many in this country.”
The pharaoh passed back and fourth thoughtfully. His eyes were squinted from deep thought. His female servants followed him, until finally Ahmose motioned for them to leave. They lowered their heads and proceeded back into the palace.
“What do you suppose I do about it? I can’t tell them to stop producing children.”
“I do not know, my lord.” The man arched over in a bow, then traveled back to the group.


Ahmose’s facial expression softened only slightly and he nodded. “Your words are acceptable in my sight.” Ahmose treaded to the group of administration. When he was before them, he rotated in the direction of the city and said, “Look, the people of the children of Israel are more and mightier than we. I charge you to come: let us deal shrewdly with them, lest they multiply, and it happens, in the event of war, that they also join our enemies and fight against us, and so go up out of the land.”
The men talked amongst each other. Many agreed with the pharaoh, however, Smekhio was hesitant.
“My lord, how exactly shall we deal with them? They are a people, as you have stated, that is great in number as well as strength. I don’t think there is a way that we can prevent their expansion or power as a nation.
“Are you really that stupid Smekhio?” Ahmose’s statement caught the thin man off guard. Smekhio’s brow’s furrowed slightly. Anger began to rise in him, but he immediately controlled himself. “Why would I, Pharaoh, give you a command and not tell you how it is to be done?” The pharaoh smiled widely. His vibrantly white teeth sparkled in the sun against his soft tan. “Taskmasters shall be placed over them. The children of Israel shall do hard labor and rigorous toil. They will be worked so hard, that they shall have no strength to do battle against us, or any other nation for that matter. They shall be our slaves.”
“How will we prevent the growth of their population?” called a man from the group. Ahmose got an evil gleam in his eye.
“That will not be a problem. We shall kill all Hebrew male children. They will be thrown into the Nile with the crocodiles and hippopotamuses.”
The administrators and officials looked at each other in shock. It was amazing how any one could come up with such a horrid and cruel way to lower a population and rid it of power. However, many of them agreed, it was brilliant.


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Jochebed sat quietly on a cedar stool as she gently caressed her swollen belly. Quiet moments when the children were busy playing with friends or doing chores and she was alone in the cool house, those were the times she savored the most. They were times when she could spend time alone with the baby.
Soft movements could be felt randomly from within her stomach. As each minute one occurred, she felt both relieved and anxious. She couldn’t help but wonder about what type of adult he or she would grow to be and that only the best would happen to it.
She glowered slightly. Thoughts of the pharaoh and his decree surfaced to the foreground of her mind. How would the child live a good life in such a time as this, when the pharaoh himself showed his hate of the Hebrews by passing such a revolting law? How could anyone have innocent male children or any children for that matter, killed and have no guilt or sign of conscience? Even worse than that is the fact that Amram hid this truth from her for some time. Why? The thought was beyond Jochebed.
“You will surely be a wonderful child indeed,” said Jochebed trying to forget the matter, “Perhaps the pharaoh will change his mind so that your father and I may see what a pleasing child you will become.”
Amram appeared in the room several minuets later. He smiled.
“You are admiring the coming child. I too, am looking forward to seeing him.” Amram had already taken the assumption that the child would be male. He didn’t care either way, or so he said. Nonetheless, he did have an open desire for another son.
Jochebed looked up; an irresolute smile filled her face. However, a hint of fear and anger was clearly apparent in her sienna eyes. Amram drew close to her. “Don’t’ fear for the child’s life. He will be fine.”
“How can I not Amram? With the pharaoh’s new order, how shall we save the coming baby?” Tears welled up in Jochebed’s eyes. She tried to prevent them, but they overflowed before she had a chance to turn her head.
Amram placed his hand on her cheek. Her soft flesh was smooth and warm to the touch. She began to weep quietly as she searched his eyes. Jochebed planted her head into his neck. Amram wrapped his arm around her and placed his hand on her stomach tenderly.
“It will be okay. Nothing will happen to the child. God will deliver us.” Amram continued to consol his wife, all the while trying to make himself believe his own words.

Jochebed and Miriam served the meal while Amram and Aaron sat on the papyrus rug, almost immediately consuming the food that lay before them. On the ground lay, coarse leavened bread in a papyrus basket, ripe onions, cucumbers, herb seasoned fish on a clay tray, lentil stew, and millet cake.
Miriam walked up to Aaron. “Here, have some figs. They are very succulent.” Aaron looked up at her, his delicate features radiating contentment.
“No thanks Miriam. I think I have plenty.” Miriam shrugged and offered some to her father. “Would care for any father?”
“Why yes.” Amram reached up and picked two rather large figs up from the plate. Jochebed approached him after Miriam was seated and poured some wine into his cup.
“How do you like the fish?” whispered Jochebed next to her husband’s ear.
“It is good.” Amram turned his head to her and grinned.
“That’s a simple answer. I see you still flatter me after all these years.” Jochebed moved from him and placed the pitcher next to the food. She finally sat opposite of Amram. When she looked up at him, his grin was faded and his face seemed full of sorrow.
“What’s wrong Amram?”
Miriam and Aaron turned to their father and watched him. Amram looked at his wife, then at his two children, determining whether to say what was burdening his heart, or to diminish it from his thoughts. He forced a smile.
“My stomach is a little irritated.”
“It is more than that, I can tell. Why do you not tell me?”
“As I said, it is my stomach,” Amram paused trying not to seem desperate, “I must have eaten something that disagreed with me.”
Jochebed frowned and stood to her feet. Hurt was very obvious on her face as she stared at Amram. Without warning, she hastily walked toward the door.
“Wait!” called Amram as he rose to his feet. Jochebed stopped abruptly.
“What?”
Amram stood, but said nothing. He couldn’t bring himself to tell his wife the news. Besides, they were just rumors. Who knew if they would actually happen.
Jochebed was silent, awaiting an answer. When she heard nothing, she glanced at him quickly, then walked out the door.
Amram sat down again and continued eating. Miriam observed her father closely.


savored the succulent figs and cucumbers and the herbed fish was also very appetizing. The aroma of the herbs and fresh baked bread spread throughout the room.
Miriam enjoyed onions and fish while, Aaron continued in eating his bowl of lentil stew, cucumbers and figs. Jochebed sat near the children after she finished serving food and watched them as they ate. All the while she drank some wine and enjoyed bread dipped in olive oil.
Amram looked at his wife and eventually she met his gaze. They smiled at each other. Amram knew he was very blessed to have a good family, a sturdy home, and a pleasant life in Egypt. However, he silently wondered how long it would last.



Ahmose stood erect while two female servants each held a single large leaf over him, shading him from the intense sun. Behind him, Ahmose heard footsteps.
“They are here, sire.” Smekhio held his arm out to the officials once the assembly was in plain view of the pharaoh. Ahmose turned to face them.
“I am glad you are here.” Ahmose paused, and then continued, “I have some questions concerning Egypt. Things appear to be going well. However, I want to be sure of this.”
The group of middle aged to almost senior aged men stood silently. One man walked forward after a moment and bowed low.
“Ah, the one man who is courageous enough to speak first.” Ahmose smirked, but quickly grew serious. “What is it you will to say to me?”
The advisor remained a distance, but rose to his feet. An air of confidence was very apparent in his stature.
“My lord pharaoh, the crops are flourishing and the animals are producing offspring more bountifully than in years. Surely, your mind can lay to rest at the prosperity of Egypt. The gods must be pleased with your wise judgment and knowledgeable leading of this nation.” The official stepped back and resided once again amongst the rest of the administration.
“Come, come. There must be more reports on the well being of Egypt and its citizens.”
No one said anything. All of the men looked at each other, deciding to address the pharaoh or not. Ahmose began to become angered. “If no one will speak, I will have all of your heads! I can replace each and every one of you, if I will it!”
Ahmose’s fury was now very apparent. The administrators became silent, until finally a stocky, overweight man advanced toward the pharaoh, only stopping feet away from him.
“O, immortal one, may I inquire of your mind?” Ahmose considered his request. The pharaoh motioned his hand in approval.
“Do you know who the children of Israel are, sire?” Pharaoh frowned.
“Of course I know who they are! They are a people from the land of Canaan who primarily herd sheep.”
“From what I see, they also smell.” a younger man from the assembly blurted out The rest of the men laughed heartily.
“Enough!” Ahmose shouted loudly and the group hushed. “Now, what are you trying to get at? I don’t have all day.” Ahmose looked steadily at the advisor.
“Well, I have gathered data from the other provinces that clearly show that the Hebrews have grown in number. They are a great many in this country.”
The pharaoh passed back and fourth thoughtfully. His eyes were squinted from deep thought. His female servants followed him, until finally Ahmose motioned for them to leave. They lowered their heads and proceeded back into the palace.
“What do you suppose I do about it? I can’t tell them to stop producing children.”
“I do not know, my lord.” The man arched over in a bow, then traveled back to the group.


Ahmose’s facial expression softened only slightly and he nodded. “Your words are acceptable in my sight.” Ahmose treaded to the group of administration. When he was before them, he rotated in the direction of the city and said, “Look, the people of the children of Israel are more and mightier than we. I charge you to come: let us deal shrewdly with them, lest they multiply, and it happens, in the event of war, that they also join our enemies and fight against us, and so go up out of the land.”
The men talked amongst each other. Many agreed with the pharaoh, however, Smekhio was hesitant.
“My lord, how exactly shall we deal with them? They are a people, as you have stated, that is great in number as well as strength. I don’t think there is a way that we can prevent their expansion or power as a nation.
“Are you really that stupid Smekhio?” Ahmose’s statement caught the thin man off guard. Smekhio’s brow’s furrowed slightly. Anger began to rise in him, but he immediately controlled himself. “Why would I, Pharaoh, give you a command and not tell you how it is to be done?” The pharaoh smiled widely. His vibrantly white teeth sparkled in the sun against his soft tan. “Taskmasters shall be placed over them. The children of Israel shall do hard labor and rigorous toil. They will be worked so hard, that they shall have no strength to do battle against us, or any other nation for that matter. They shall be our slaves.”
“How will we prevent the growth of their population?” called a man from the group. Ahmose got an evil gleam in his eye.
“That will not be a problem. We shall kill all Hebrew male children. They will be thrown into the Nile with the crocodiles and hippopotamuses.”
The administrators and officials looked at each other in shock. It was amazing how any one could come up with such a horrid and cruel way to lower a population and rid it of power. However, many of them agreed, it was brilliant.


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Jochebed sat quietly on a cedar stool as she gently caressed her swollen belly. Quiet moments when the children were busy playing with friends or doing chores and she was alone in the cool house, those were the times she savored the most. They were times when she could spend time alone with the baby.
Soft movements could be felt randomly from within her stomach. As each minute one occurred, she felt both relieved and anxious. She couldn’t help but wonder about what type of adult he or she would grow to be and that only the best would happen to it.
She glowered slightly. Thoughts of the pharaoh and his decree surfaced to the foreground of her mind. How would the child live a good life in such a time as this, when the pharaoh himself showed his hate of the Hebrews by passing such a revolting law? How could anyone have innocent male children or any children for that matter, killed and have no guilt or sign of conscience? Even worse than that is the fact that Amram hid this truth from her for some time. Why? The thought was beyond Jochebed.
“You will surely be a wonderful child indeed,” said Jochebed trying to forget the matter, “Perhaps the pharaoh will change his mind so that your father and I may see what a pleasing child you will become.”
Amram appeared in the room several minuets later. He smiled.
“You are admiring the coming child. I too, am looking forward to seeing him.” Amram had already taken the assumption that the child would be male. He didn’t care either way, or so he said. Nonetheless, he did have an open desire for another son.
Jochebed looked up; an irresolute smile filled her face. However, a hint of fear and anger was clearly apparent in her sienna eyes. Amram drew close to her. “Don’t’ fear for the child’s life. He will be fine.”
“How can I not Amram? With the pharaoh’s new order, how shall we save the coming baby?” Tears welled up in Jochebed’s eyes. She tried to prevent them, but they overflowed before she had a chance to turn her head.
Amram placed his hand on her cheek. Her soft flesh was smooth and warm to the touch. She began to weep quietly as she searched his eyes. Jochebed planted her head into his neck. Amram wrapped his arm around her and placed his hand on her stomach tenderly.
“It will be okay. Nothing will happen to the child. God will deliver us.” Amram continued to consol his wife, all the while trying to make himself believe his own words.

Okay...this is the same chapter, but with the edited things. I'm still not fully done, but much more than I was...



Prologue


The account of Moses all begins in the land of Egypt, many years past and prior to his birth. A young man along with his brother travel to meet their father, Israel.

Joseph stood erect; his eyes cautiously scanning the land that emerged before him. We should be there soon, he thought.
Judah looked quickly across to his brother from his donkey. Joseph’s anxiety was clearly apparent.
“Relax Joseph. All will be well. Father truly has missed you,” Judah turned his head forward. “You needn’t doubt that.”
Judah saw first hand the extreme grief of his father, Jacob. Since the time him and his brothers lied to Jacob and told him that his beloved son was dead, until now, when the brothers arrived about a month prior and explained the Joseph was alive, Jacob had been in mourning. The man’s grief was so intense in fact, that Judah had to leave for a time. He could not bear the sight of the distressed man.
Judah’s other brothers also suffered the consequences of their sin. Many of them almost went mad. Their father’s constant grief was almost unbearable; however, the men knew that they had brought it upon themselves. Their father’s love for the boy was unquenchable, even upon the boy’s suspected death.
“So father is well?” The young man gripped the edges of his chariot tighter. Judah was brought back to the present. He glanced quickly at Joseph.
“Our father, Jacob, is in good health, if that’s what you mean to ask.”
“Yes—that’s what I asked of you.” Joseph swallowed hard.
Joseph didn’t understand why he was so nervous about seeing the father he hasn’t laid eyes on in years, at least not since he was a boy. Though, he couldn’t deceive himself. Even though Joseph had not seen his father in years, he still held high regard and even love for the man. Jacob was a good father, not to mention just. Had it not been for his good rearing, the love that Jacob insisted that Joseph show his brothers and the grace of God, the young man may still be harboring resentment towards his brothers, even now.

Minutes turned to hours, before the two men finally arrived at their destination, Goshen. The air was still and the land was quiet. Large, vivid olive colored tents were scattered on the ground. Judah and Joseph stopped when they were about three yards away from their father’s tent. Judah looked at his brother.
“I will go inside first and tell father you are here.” The muscular man lifted himself off of his donkey and walked into the tent. Joseph got out of his chariot and stood beside it. His heart began to beat rapidly. What if father doesn’t recognize me? Joseph began to get excessively anxious, until he heard his father’s voice. His nervous thoughts dispelled quickly then.
“He is here? My son, Joseph?” questioned a raspy voice. Judah opened the tent flap; his hand gestured for Joseph to come inside.
The young man took a deep breath and gradually walked to the tent. He stopped when he reached the open flap.
“Come inside Joseph, father is waiting.”
Joseph hesitated for a second, but took a step despite his fears and was inside. The tent was as spacious as it appeared for the outside. The cool temperature and shelter from the sun provided a pleasant escape from the heat outdoors. He turned his eyes to his father.
Jacob slowly turned his head into the direction of Joseph. His eyes filled with tears at the sight of his beloved son. In a low voice he cried, “My son!”
Joseph thoughtlessly ran to the aged man and buried his head into his father’s neck. Tears fell freely from both of the men’s eyes. Words could not express the joy they felt in each others embrace.
Neither of the men knew, but within minuets all of their family was watching. Smiles were on all of their faces and many of the women began to weep quietly with joy.
“I have missed you father.” whispered Joseph after some time as he stood to his feet. His deep brown eyes were red from crying.
“I to, have missed you my son.” Jacob’s words came out as gurgles, for his tears would not cease. “Now let me die, since I have seen your face, because you are still alive.”
“No father, do not speak such words.” The man turned and saw his brothers looking inside along with their children and wives. He motioned with his hand for them to come inside.
“Joseph, there is hardly enough room to fit us all inside. Just speak; we all will certainly be listening.” Simeon, Joseph’s elder brother, explained thoughtfully.
“Very well, I will tell you all what I plan to do.” The young man paced slowly. “I will go up and tell Pharaoh that my brothers and those of my father’s house, who were in the land of Canaan, have come to me. I’ll say that the men are shepherds, for their occupation has been keeping livestock, and they have brought their flocks and their herds, and all that they have.” Joseph stopped and looked to his father.
“When Pharaoh calls you and says, ‘What is your occupation?’ you will say that your servants’ occupation has been with livestock from your youth even till now, both we and also our fathers before us—in order that you may live in the land of Goshen, for every shepherd is a repugnance to the Egyptians.”
Jacob rose to his feet slowly calling for his wife. “Leah.”
Leah squeezed through the crowd of onlookers and approached her husband. “Joseph, will you help me raise your father?”
Joseph nodded. With the help of his son Joseph and his wife Leah, Jacob stood.
“You are wise my son, but stay here for today and tomorrow go back to Egypt and ask the Pharaoh what you wish. You need rest.” The old man gave a brief respite, then grinned. “I also wish to know of your escapades in Egypt. From what your brothers have told me, your life has been quite prosperous.”
“Of course, it is only fair that you know the accomplishments of your son.”
Jacob and the rest of his household dispersed and went about their normal activities.

Later that day, the family celebrated the return of Joseph. The young man took the opportunity to tell them about his wife and children.
“I truly look forward to seeing your sons. I shall bless them before I die.”
“Yes,” Joseph took a gulp of bitter wine, “My wife and the children are most excited to see you.”
Joseph continued to talk to his family, particularly his father. The night went quickly as they enjoyed each others company.





Chapter One


Pharaoh sat seated on his throne. His opaquely brown eyes burned with ire and intimidation. Walking through the hall, a lean man of common height walked hastily. His white knee length kilt stretched excessively as his long legs carried him to the location. He turned into the throne room. The man’s steps slowed and he lowered his head in reverence. As he approached pharaoh, his face was drawn with anxiety.
However much fear the vizier felt, he couldn’t ignore the beauty of the throne room. The floor was covered in detailed images of pools surrounded by flowering plants and calves. These illustrations represented the world at sunrise, the man reasoned. As Smekhio neared the throne, he noticed that images of bound foreigners were painted on the steps leading up to the throne platform and on the platform itself. He never noticed that before. The thought of what the images may mean stung Smekhio with dread.
Stopping just in front of the Pharaoh, the vizier bowed low, forgetting the magnificence of the room he was in and the iota of terror that he felt just seconds prior.
“What took you so long Smekhio?” Ahmose’s voice was resonant with fury.
The man hunched forward in another bow, and then stood erect again. He met the pharaoh’s gaze hesitantly. A slight tremor went throughout his body. “I am greatly sorry immortal one. I will not do that again.”
Ahmose examined the man closely. It was very apparent he was fearful. A small grin played on Ahmose’s features. The pharaoh liked it when his people feared him. It brought him a kind of warped joy. However, he carefully concealed this in front of his administration.
“Very well, but if you do,” Ahmose smiled slyly, “You will have no legs in which to carry yourself before me, or anyone else for that matter!” The pharaoh clapped his hands and almost immediately, a young Egyptian woman appeared with an iron tray in her hands. On it lay a goblet filled with strong drink. The woman lowered her head as she lifted the tray to Ahmose. He picked up the goblet and drank. After he was satisfied, Ahmose put it back on the tray. The woman went back to her previous position soundlessly.
“You are probably wondering why I asked you here,” The pharaoh said after a while.
Smekhio gazed at the pharaoh all the more intently, too afraid to let the pharaoh’s stare escape him. “As always, you are correct my lord.”
The pharaoh nodded thoughtfully. Suddenly, Ahmose lifted out of his throne and slowly walked down the granite steps below. His sandals made soft thuds as he moved. Smekhio grew tense.
“Gather all other officials, besides yourself, and have them meet me outside of the palace. I want to talk to you all.” Ahmose steadily walked past Smekhio, but stopped abruptly. “Oh, I almost forgot,” he turned around and stared at Smekhio, “Be sure to include the high priest. His opinion is as important as all the others. We wouldn’t want to infuriate the gods, would we?”
“No, sire.” whispered the vizier
Ahmose rotated the opposite way and continued out of the spacious room. Behind him, several female servants followed.
When Smekhio saw that the pharaoh was gone, he relaxed slightly.
“Thank the gods he is gone.” The thin man rubbed his forehead while thinking of the pharaoh’s command. “I had better do as pharaoh says. As vizier it is my duty. If I don’t, he will have my legs!” With that, he walked out and began his search for the rest of the administration.

Amram looked across the land of Goshen and took in the fertile land and the mere splendor of the region. The sun hung high amidst the turquoise sky and a pack of geese flew in clusters making husky hissing and quack like sounds. Granite buildings were scattered across the terrain. Shepherds were mending to their sheep herds, while women and children prepared bread, cleaned clothing, tended to their crops and created new garments for another day’s use. Several people called out to Amram and waved. He responded with a welcoming hello.
Amram turned around after some time and examined his home. The medium sized building was a good size for his family. Two equally spaced out windows were placed on either side of the acacia door. He leisurely walked up to the door and opened it.
Inside, the main quarter was generously sized and covered in a limestone floor that was partially covered with a coarse papyrus rug. A small niche was set into one wall. Painted pottery and some oils were displayed in it. One clay pedestal table was beneath the niche and laden with a clay pitcher, utensils, and other common house features. Near the opposite wall, a doorway had a stone staircase which led up to the second floor.
Amram strode toward the table and poured himself a cup of wine. The wine was light and had a sweet fragrance. Amram took a drink and closed his eyes in delight of the flavorful liquid.
As a metalworker, the high quality items he created brought in a fair size of money, though not as much as other trades. However, the money he did gain from the extra weapons he made that the Egyptians didn’t use allowed him to provide a good home for his family and even some luxury goods, such as jewelry. He could also afford to hire a shepherd to take care of his flocks. This was a needed necessity for Amram, because he didn’t have enough time to take care of them himself, being a metalworker, and Aaron was too young to tend to them. Though Miriam offered many a time to help with the flocks, he discouraged her from doing such things. It could be a tedious job for a young girl.
“Ah, I see you are refreshed.”
Amram was jolted out of his thoughts and turned to face the direction the voice came from. Gracefully Jochebed walked down the remaining few steps. Amram put his cup down and smiled. Jochebed was a comely woman. Her long auburn hair was up in a braided bun which accentuated her oval face and symmetrical features. The simple woolen long sleeved dress she wore was a rich crimson color that brought out her sienna eyes. A papyrus belt was wrapped around her small waist.
“You look as beautiful as ever.” whispered Amram breathily
He waited until she was close, and then drew Jochebed near to him. She giggled softly and Amram kissed her on the cheek. Jochebed looked at him fondly.
“I thought you were at work.” Jochebed scrolled her fingers over his trim beard.
“I was, but I decided to take a break. Belize will take my place.”
Jochebed gave a concerned expression as she lowered her hand. “What about your pay?”
Amram slowly released the woman and refilled his cup with some more wine. Jochebed continued to look at him, a questioning gleam in her bright eyes.
“I can go back later in the evening, or I can make it up tomorrow.” Amram took a long sip of the sweet liquid. After a moment he said, “I need to be sure I spend enough time with you and the children.” Jochebed nodded hesitantly, nonetheless agreeably.
Amram turned in the opposite direction as nonchalantly as he could. A silent breath of relief escaped from his mouth.

A small smile went across her face as Jochebed watched Amram. Her thoughts were teeming with admiration of the man that stood before her. I am very blessed by YHWH to have a husband like this, she thought.
When Amram turned he saw Jochebed examining him and he let out a small chuckle. “Is something wrong, wife?”
“No. I was just thinking about how great a husband and father you are.” Amram flushed slightly. He was a humble man and always got embarrassed when complimented, even around his wife.
Gentle, quick foot steps came from the stairs. Both Jochebed and Amram looked to see who was coming. After a moment, Aaron appeared running down the steps. He lingered on the last step, his eyes glued to Amram.
“Hello father.” He gaily walked to him.
Aaron was a sweet child. His chestnut hair and similar colored eyes gave him a delicate appearance. Nevertheless, he had a high spirit and a lot of energy for a two year old. At times his high energy got him into trouble.
“Hello Aaron. What is it that you want?” Amram looked at him tentatively.
“You are back early father. Did something bad happen?”
“No son, nothing bad happened.” Aaron’s father recoiled inside. He couldn’t believe he just told a lie to his only son. However, Amram concealed this by giving him an amused expression, and then continued, “I decided to…spend some time with you and Miriam.” He lowered himself to Aaron’s height.
“Well,” Aaron hesitated for a moment and looked down at his sandals. He finally returned his gaze to his father, “Can you tell me the story of Abraham again?” Amram stared at the boy. A broad smile gradually filled his features. His white teeth illuminated his face.
“I told you this story just a few days ago,” Aaron’s countenance changed. His normally smiling mouth shifted to a frown. Amram quickly added, “But I don’t believe it would harm anyone to tell it again.” The small boy grinned and followed Amram back outside. Jochebed came also, but stood at the entrance and listened. Aaron sat on the grass, his small legs crossed, while Amram stayed standing.
Amram was very happy that his son loved to hear the stories of his heritage. This pleased him greatly. He retold the story of Abraham in great detail, just as his father Kohath had imparted to him and Levi to him. Aaron watched his father closely and never took his eyes off of him.
The lad was intrigued by his history. His favorite story was of Abraham and how the Lord honored his faith and blessed him considerably. He heard the story since he was barely able to walk, but each time his father retold it, the words he spoke came to life. It was almost as if Aaron was reliving that very moment in history.
“Then the Lord told Abraham ‘Stop!’ and he drew the knife back from Isaac’s breast. God told Abraham how pleased he was of his obedience and reminded Abraham once again of the promise He gave to him” continued Amram.
“What happened to them next, father?” Aaron’s eyes were wide with excitement. Amram heard a soft chuckle and glanced up. Jochebed was standing still with her hand held over her mouth to muffle the noise. He beamed slightly and put his focus on Aaron again.
“Well, eventually Isaac grew to be a man. Abraham knew that it was time for Isaac to get a wife.”
Amram continued the narrative. He concluded the story with Abraham’s death and burial.
“Can you tell me another one, father?”
“I could son, but not today.”
Disappointment was etched on Aaron’s face. “Can you tell me a story tomorrow, then?”
“Why of course!”
Jochebed stepped out of the door entrance, “Aaron, come inside now.” Jochebed insisted, “Your father is done telling you the story and I have some chores I want you to help with.”
Aaron furrowed his brow, while grimacing faintly. “Okay mother.” His voice was flat.
Jochebed walked up to him and took hold of his hand. “Come.” Aaron treaded back toward the house. Amram followed behind him and Jochebed up to the door, and then stopped.
“Are you coming in too, husband?” Jochebed asked when she was facing him.
Amram briefly turned his head in the direction of the pastures and saw Mattithiah, his shepherd, in the distance.
“No,” Amram turned his gaze to his wife, “I will go and talk to my shepherd for a while.”
“Don’t be gone too long. The children are happy you are free today.” Jochebed paused, “as am I.”
Amram gave her an unreadable expression. Jochebed was about to ask him why he gave that look, but before she could get the words out, Amram leaned towards her and gave her a thorough kiss. He smiled gently.
“I’ll be back shortly.” Amram rotated and walked out toward Mattithiah. Jochebed called after him.
“Amram, don’t be late for the meal I am preparing! It will be ready in a few hours.”
Amram looked back at Jochebed as he walked. Her flawless features were twisted with concern. “Stop fretting woman! I will be back in time.” Amram continued his short journey.

Mattithiah was a middle aged man. His deeply tanned skin clearly showed his intensive exposure to the Egyptian sun. The man’s deep hazel eyes pierced into anything he looked at and gave him a ferocity that caught many people’s attention. However, he was a gentle man with the animals and a good shepherd. Mattithiah took very kindly to children and almost anyone else who was polite towards him.
“How are you Mattithiah? Well I hope.”
Mattithiah quickly rotated his head and observed the tall man approaching him. When he saw it was Amram, he relaxed slightly, his facial expression softening.
“Amram, my friend, I am fine.” He broke off momentarily. “What brings you back so soon?”
Amram waited until he was before him and then responded, “Something came up. I decided to take a break and enjoy some time with my family.” Mattithiah smirked with a nod.
“That is good. Family is important.” Mattithiah examined Amram closely, “But, may I ask what came up that provoked to take time off? Was it something serious?”
The shepherd’s question hit Amram like a brick. He didn’t know what to do or if he should explain the situation to Mattithiah. Would the man understand, or would he think less of him? Amram didn’t want to know the answer.
“Nothing really, I just thought it would be good for me, my wife and children if I took a break from work.”
Mattithiah acknowledged Amram’s words with a small nod. However, his eyes showed skepticism.
The shepherd and Amram began talking about other things, mainly the flocks and economic issues. Still, Mattithiah occasionally discussed the details of his home life. Amram listened carefully, interjecting his own stories and life lessons throughout. This conversation lasted several hours.
“When will…” Mattithiah trailed off in mid sentence as he gazed over Amram’s shoulder. A large grin went across his dark face. Amram gave a puzzled expression and twisted in the direction Mattithiah was observing.
To his surprise, Miriam was heading toward the two men. Her extensive roan hair blew in the light breeze, while the sun gave her an almost angelic glow. Miriam was eight years older than Aaron. However, she was much mellower than him and had an air about her that generated both respect and intrigue.
“Miriam, what is it?” Amram asked when she was directly in front of him.
“Mother wants you to come in now, she has the meal prepared.” She looked at Amram steadily.
“Well, I must go Mattithiah. We must have lost track of time. I will speak to you tomorrow, no?”
“Of course Amram, tomorrow then.” Mattithiah glanced at Miriam quickly and winked playfully. “Perhaps I will see you as well, child.”
Miriam wryly smiled while nodding. Amram said his goodbyes and took Miriam’s hand in his as they walked back to the home.



Jochebed and Miriam served the meal while Amram and Aaron sat on the papyrus rug, almost immediately consuming the food that lay before them. The aroma of the herbs and fresh baked bread spread throughout the room. On the ground lay, coarse leavened bread in a papyrus basket, ripe onions, cucumbers, herb seasoned fish on a clay tray, lentil stew, and millet cake.
Miriam walked up to Aaron. “Here, have some figs. They are very succulent.” Aaron looked up at her, his delicate features radiating contentment.
“No thanks Miriam. I think I have plenty.” Miriam shrugged and offered some to her father. “Would care for any father?”
“Why yes.” Amram reached up and picked two rather large figs up from the plate. Jochebed approached him after Miriam was seated and poured some wine into his cup.
“How do you like the fish?” whispered Jochebed next to her husband’s ear.
“It is good.” Amram turned his head to her and grinned.
“That’s a simple answer. I see you still flatter me after all these years.” Jochebed moved from him and placed the pitcher next to the food. She finally sat opposite of Amram. When she looked up at him, his grin was faded and his face seemed full of sorrow.
“What’s wrong Amram?”
Miriam and Aaron turned to their father and watched him. Amram looked at his wife, then at his two children, determining whether to say what was burdening his heart, or to diminish it from his thoughts. He forced a smile.
“My stomach is a little irritated.”
“It is more than that, I can tell. Why do you not tell me?”
“As I said, it is my stomach,” Amram paused trying not to seem desperate; “I must have eaten something that disagreed with me.”
Jochebed frowned and stood to her feet. Hurt was very obvious on her face as she stared at Amram. Without warning, she hastily walked toward the door.
“Wait!” called Amram as he rose to his feet. Jochebed stopped abruptly.
“What?”
Amram stood, but said nothing. He couldn’t bring himself to tell his wife the news.
Jochebed was silent, awaiting an answer. When she heard nothing, she glanced at him quickly, and then walked out the door.
Amram sat down again and continued eating. Miriam observed her father closely. Amram saw her.
“Don’t worry Miriam. All is well.” Amram knew he was very blessed to have a good family, a sturdy home, and a pleasant life in Egypt. However, he silently wondered how long it would last.


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Ahmose stood erect while two female servants each held a single large leaf over him, shading him from the intense sun. Behind him, Ahmose heard footsteps.
“They are here, sire.” Smekhio held his arm out to the officials once the assembly was in plain view of the pharaoh. Ahmose turned to face them.
“I am glad you are here.” Ahmose paused, and then continued, “I have some questions concerning Egypt. Things appear to be going well. However, I want to be sure of this.”
The group of middle aged to almost senior aged men stood silently. One man walked forward after a moment and bowed low.
“Ah, the one man who is courageous enough to speak first.” Ahmose smirked, but quickly grew serious. “What is it you will to say to me?”
The advisor remained a distance, but rose to his feet. An air of confidence was very apparent in his stature.
“My lord pharaoh, the crops are flourishing and the animals are producing offspring more bountifully than in years. Surely, your mind can lay to rest at the prosperity of Egypt. The gods must be pleased with your wise judgment and knowledgeable leading of this nation.” The official stepped back and resided once again amongst the rest of the administration.
“That is quite an optimistic statement.” Ahmose looked directly at the high priest. “Is he correct? Are the gods truly pleased with my judgments and governing?”
A feign smile went across the priest’s smooth caramel skin. His eyes squinted into thin slits as he said, “Yes, My Lord. The gods are looking favorably upon you. Your ways have pleased them, thus explaining the prosperity of your rule.”
The pharaoh showed his agreement. Ahmose examined the rest of the men that had not yet spoken.
“Come, come. There must be more reports on the well being of Egypt and its citizens, perhaps even about my ruling.”
No one said anything. All of the administration looked at each other, deciding whether or not to address the pharaoh. Ahmose began to become angered.
“If no one will speak, I will have all of your heads! I can replace each and every one of you, if I will it!”
Ahmose’s fury was now very apparent as his face turned a crimson color. The administrators became silent, unsure of what to do next. Moments later, before the pharaoh was about to pronounce judgment on them all, a stocky, overweight man advanced toward the pharaoh, only stopping feet away from him. The gesture surprised Ahmose, but also proved that the man was indeed bold.
“O, immortal one, may I inquire of your mind?” Ahmose considered his request. The pharaoh motioned his hand in approval.
“Do you know who the children of Israel are, sire?” Pharaoh frowned.
“Of course I know who they are! They are a people from the land of Canaan who primarily herd sheep. They help with the building of cities along with other tasks of service.”
“From what I see, they also smell.” a younger man from the assembly blurted out as the rest of the men laughed heartily.
“Enough!” Ahmose shouted loudly and the group hushed. “Now, what are you trying to get at? I don’t have all day.” Ahmose looked steadily at the advisor.
“Well, I have gathered data from the other provinces that clearly show that the Hebrews have grown in number. They are a great many in this country.”
The pharaoh passed back and fourth thoughtfully. His eyes were squinted from deep thought. His female servants followed him, until finally Ahmose motioned for them to leave. They lowered their heads and proceeded back into the palace.
“What do you suppose I do about it? I can’t tell them to stop producing children.”
“I do not know, my lord.” The man arched over in a bow, then traveled back to the group.
The men began to converse amongst each other. Many agreed that something should be done, though they knew not how. In contrast however, Smekhio was hesitant.
The tall vizier stepped forward and turned to the man that just spoke. “How exactly shall we deal with them? They are a people, as you have stated, that is great in number as well as strength.” He turned back to the Pharaoh, “I don’t think there is a way that we can prevent their expansion or power as a nation.”
Pharaoh walked up to the vizier and placed his hand firmly on the man’s shoulder. “Perhaps there is a way.” Ahmose smiled wickedly.

Ahmose’s facial expression softened only slightly as he examined the vast crowd of Egyptian citizens below him. After some moments, he lifted his hand up for silence. When the crowd was hushed, he spoke.
“You all know who the children of Israel are, do you not?”
The crowd began talking in agreement.
“Good.” The assembly was silent again. “Look,” Ahmose spread his hands out in gesture, “The people of the children of Israel are more and mightier than we. I charge you to come: let us deal shrewdly with them, lest they multiply, and it happens, in the event of war, that they also join our enemies and fight against us, and so go up out of the land.”
The crowd started to talk, but only in whispers. Within moments, however, the people were shouting of their agreement. Smekhio, who stood beside the Pharaoh, lowered his head in disappointment.
A woman from the crowd called to Ahmose. He looked down at her. “What is it woman?”
“I have seen these Israelites. Pharaoh is right.” she looked to her fellow citizens. “They are everywhere. Soon, they will dominate this country. If we do not eliminate them now, they and their children’s children will rid us from our homes and destroy us!”
The assembly grew more in agreement to the decree.
Ahmose smiled. “Well, my job for now is done. The people are behind me.” Ahmose looked to Smekhio. “Now all I need to do is figure out what to do. Come Smekhio, we will go now.” Pharaoh and the vizier left the balcony and went back into the palace.


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Amram turned in his bed; the moonlight shown vividly through the window just above his head. He reached his hand behind him, but felt nothing. Jochebed must still be outside, Amram though to himself. Amram lifted from his sideways position and sat upright. Indeed he was right. It was empty, except for the woolen cloth that lay there.
“Why must she be this way? I wish she would come inside. It’s dangerous this time of hour.” The man got fully out of the bed and put on his robe and sandals.
Walking quietly, he traveled down the stairs and eventually made it outside. Amram examined the landscape. He noticed a dark figure a short distance away. Amram stared at the figure for a moment, trying to wait for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Once his eyes did, he recognized who it was. It was Jochebed, standing and looking at the moon. To his surprise, her usually up styled hair was down, gently blowing in the night breeze. He also noticed that she was clothed in nothing more than a simple knee length angora dress.
Amram hastily walked to his wife. Upon reaching her he angrily turned her to his direction. However, when he saw her face all anger immediately left him. The woman’s face was stained with tears. This shocked Amram, he didn’t know he had hurt her as deeply as he did. Jochebed bored her eyes into his.
“What is wrong, Jochebed? Tell me, please.” His wife shifted her gaze. Amram didn’t want to push anything on her, but he felt she should say something. “Why are you still out here? I did not mean to hurt you deeply. Please forgive—.”
Jochebed interrupted him, “It is not that husband. It—it is something else.”
“What?”
“I am with child.” The words blurted out of her mouth quickly. Amram could hardly catch his breath. An automatic grin played his features.
“You are! Why that’s great!” The man’s joy decreased as he continued to look at Jochebed. “Why are you not happy? Is something wrong?”
Jochebed met his gaze. The fear and pain in her eyes was very apparent.



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“Are you really that stupid Smekhio?” Ahmose’s statement caught the thin man off guard. Smekhio’s brow’s furrowed slightly. Anger began to rise in him, but he immediately controlled himself. It was his own stupidity that allowed him to bring his concerns of the pharaoh’s decree to the pharaoh himself.
“Why would I, Pharaoh, give you a command and not tell you how it is to be done?” The pharaoh smiled widely. His vibrantly white teeth sparkled in the sun against his soft tan. “Taskmasters shall be placed over them. The children of Israel shall do hard labor and rigorous toil. They will be worked so hard, that they shall have no strength to do battle against us, or any other nation for that matter. They shall be our slaves.”
“Your majesty, there are already taskmaster over them.”
Ahmose frowned deeply.
“I know that you fool! More shall be placed over them and their labor shall be increased.” Smekhio tried with all of his might to control himself. Had this reprimand been from any one else, he would have been rid of the man, however, it was from pharaoh so he could do nothing.
“How will we prevent the growth of their population?” asked the vizier reluctantly. Ahmose got an evil gleam in his eye.
“I am still trying to figure that out. That’s why I need your help.” Smekhio glowered. The pharaoh saw this and walked closer to him. “I know for whatever reason you are against doing anything to the Hebrews, but I am pharaoh and you shall obey me. You will help me come up with a way to stunt their population growth.”



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Jochebed sat quietly on a cedar stool as she gently caressed her swollen belly. Quiet moments when the children were busy playing with friends or doing chores and she was alone in the cool house, those were the times she savored the most. They were times when she could spend time alone with the baby.
Soft movements could be felt randomly from within her stomach. As each minute one occurred, she felt both relieved and anxious. She couldn’t help but wonder about what type of adult he or she would grow to be and that only the best would happen to it.
She glowered slightly. Thoughts of the pharaoh and his decree surfaced to the foreground of her mind. How would the child live a good life in such a time as this, when the pharaoh himself showed his hate of the Hebrews by passing such a revolting law? The Israelites were already doing tasks for Egypt, now the tasks would be tedious. Why? The thought was beyond Jochebed.
“You will surely be a wonderful child indeed,” said Jochebed trying to forget the matter, “Perhaps the pharaoh will change his mind so that your father and I may see what a pleasing child you will become.”
Amram appeared in the room several minuets later. He smiled.
“You are admiring the coming child. I too, am looking forward to seeing him.” Amram had already taken the assumption that the child would be male. He didn’t care either way, or so he said. Nonetheless, he did have an open desire for another son.
Jochebed looked up; an irresolute smile filled her face. However, a hint of fear and anger was clearly apparent in her sienna eyes. Amram drew close to her. “Don’t’ fear for the child’s life. He will be fine.”
“How can I not Amram? With the pharaoh’s new order, how shall we save the coming baby?” Tears welled up in Jochebed’s eyes. She tried to prevent them, but they overflowed before she had a chance to turn her head.
Amram placed his hand on her cheek. Her soft flesh was smooth and warm to the touch. She began to weep quietly as she searched his eyes. Jochebed planted her head into his neck. Amram wrapped his arm around her and placed his hand on her stomach tenderly.
“It will be okay. Nothing will happen to the child. God will deliver us.” Amram continued to consol his wife, all the while trying to make himself believe his own words.


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