Absalom’s Revenge

00:00:00 Speaker 1: Previously on The Chosen People There is only. 00:00:04 Speaker 2: One woman I want. 00:00:07 Speaker 3: Ah, Tamar, Absalom's sister. 00:00:10 Speaker 2: Tamar, your half-sister? You dog, you! 00:00:18 Speaker 1: I can't eat, I can't sleep. 00:00:22 Speaker 2: Every night I see her, I feel like I'm dying. Then take her. 00:00:30 Speaker 4: Stop! 00:00:31 Speaker 3: Stop! 00:00:32 Speaker 4: Amnon! Please! 00:00:35 Speaker 1: When it was over, Tamar lay crumpled like a torn cloth, weeping into the pillows. Tamar couldn't speak. Absalom held her tightly. It was Amnon, wasn't it? But behind Absalom's calm eyes, his fury seethed like molten iron. His tongue was a sword still sheathed, his wrath a tide yet to rise. Amnon had taken Tamar with lust and violence. Now Absalom would take Amnon with silence and patience. Vengeance is best served cold. The evening stars draped themselves over Baal Hazor like a royal mantle of silver and blue, casting a gentle glow over Absalom's lands. Warm air, thick with the scent of wool, roasted meat and sweet fig wine drifted through the valley. In the great hall of his second home, Absalom played the gracious host, smiling wide and laughing louder than all his brothers. It was the season of shearing, a time of festivity and bounty, and he had invited every son of David under the pretense of merriment. The wine flowed freely, and the sons of the king toasted to memories of youth and tales of war and mischief. Cups clinked, songs were sung, and the mood soared. Yet beneath Absalom's smile was a stillness, a calculated quiet behind the eyes. His gaze followed Amnon all through the feast. Amnon, bloated with wine and foolish pride, never sensed the trap. He drank deeply and danced with abandon, boasting, jesting, clapping his hands to the rhythm of lyres and drums. More wine. 00:02:49 Speaker 2: More music. 00:02:52 Speaker 1: The prince had become drunk on more than wine. He was intoxicated by his own immunity. He lifted his cup to Absalom. 00:03:02 Speaker 4: Three cheers to Absalom for hosting this glorious party. When I'm king, we'll host feasts like these in the great halls. 00:03:15 Speaker 2: Music and wine and dancing. 00:03:20 Speaker 1: Absalom raised his cup with a smile and sipped, eyes still never leaving his brother. As the hour grew late and the embers in the hearths dimmed, Amnon excused himself from the table. He staggered into the night. laughing softly at nothing. He wandered past the shearing pens and into the barn. With a satisfied grunt, he collapsed into a pile of straw, letting the warmth of the summer night cradle him. His eyes fluttered shut. In the quiet darkness, Amnon drifted into sleep, the smirk still curling on his lips. But he was a fool to think himself safe. Under the hush of starlight, the barn door creaked open. The sound was quiet, but deliberate. There stood Absalom, flanked by the lean shadows of his loyal men, each with a dagger drawn. Absalom turned to them, voice a low hush of command. 00:04:32 Speaker 4: With me, gentlemen, be strong and courageous. 00:04:36 Speaker 1: They entered. Torchlight licked the beams above, throwing flickering shadows across the hay-strewn floor. Rats fled to their holes. At the sudden glare, Amnon stirred. His eyes blinked open, bloodshot and unfocused, until they locked on the form looming above him. 00:04:57 Speaker 2: Absalom? 00:04:58 Speaker 4: What are you doing here? How did I. 00:05:02 Speaker 1: how did I find myself in the... Absalom crouched low, the torchlight catching the gleam of his blade as he raised it to Amnon's throat. 00:05:13 Speaker 4: You're a rather clueless one, aren't you? 00:05:16 Speaker 2: Wait, wait, wait, wait. Whatever it is you think I've done, I swear I haven't. 00:05:22 Speaker 4: If this is about Tamar, it was a misunderstanding. 00:05:25 Speaker 1: I swear she. 00:05:27 Speaker 4: Quiet! 00:05:29 Speaker 1: Absalom pressed the tip of his blade closer to Amnon's throat. A drop of blood trickled down his chest. You've always talked too much. Somehow, with all those words, you managed to say nothing. 00:05:45 Speaker 2: Would you really return my evil with evil? 00:05:49 Speaker 4: Why, what would father say when he finds out you killed his firstborn? 00:05:54 Speaker 1: Absalom's grin returned, slow and sharp as a sword sliding free of its sheath. He flipped his dagger. toying with it in his hand. His laughter followed, long unhinged and echoing against the beams above. 00:06:11 Speaker 4: Ha ha ha ha ha! Oh, I can't wait for father to hear about this. When he hears of this night, I want him to feel it in his chest like a spear. David knew what you did, and he. 00:06:32 Speaker 2: Was outraged, or so he said. 00:06:35 Speaker 1: But he did nothing. 00:06:39 Speaker 3: Nothing! 00:06:40 Speaker 4: What about everything Nathan taught us about mercy? 00:06:44 Speaker 1: Like the mercy you showed to Ma. Amnon's breath quickened. The barn felt suddenly too small, too airless. 00:06:53 Speaker 2: And what about father? 00:06:56 Speaker 4: What will he do when he finds out? 00:07:00 Speaker 2: Amnon, he won't do anything. 00:07:05 Speaker 1: A slap on the wrist, perhaps. 00:07:09 Speaker 4: Our father is weak. Just like you. 00:07:15 Speaker 3: You had to overpower a woman to feel like a man. You had to defile your own sister to feel powerful. 00:07:26 Speaker 4: And our father, he let. 00:07:28 Speaker 2: You live after that. 00:07:30 Speaker 1: But I won't. 00:07:32 Speaker 4: Please, let me explain. No explanation necessary, brother. 00:07:38 Speaker 1: Absalom's blade flicked in his hand. He rose and stepped back, eyes locked on Amnon's. Then, with a tilt of his chin, he signaled his men to strike. The blades all descended at once. Steel met flesh and bone. Amnon gasped, then gurgled, then collapsed in silence, blood soaking into the straw. It was quick, but not merciful. Absalom wiped his blade with a strip of cloth and exhaled long through his nose, as if a weight had finally been lifted. Finally. 00:08:20 Speaker 3: Justice. Tell the others that Amnon is dead. Let them fear. Let them run. Let the House of David know what. 00:08:31 Speaker 4: Happens when they cross me. 00:08:34 Speaker 1: The message was delivered, and when the other sons of David heard what Absalom had done, terror gripped them like a wolf's jaws. They mounted their mules and fled into the night. Back in his house, Absalom sat alone, the din of celebration long since faded. He poured himself wine and ate in silence, savoring the weight of the void he had created. He had cast his first stone in the war for the crown and now all Jerusalem would know Absalom was not a man to be trifled with. The palace was undone. Screams echoed through stone halls and whispers ran like wildfire through the courtyards. Grief and fear held the city by the throat. Messengers stumbled in and out of the palace gates with wide eyes and trembling lips. Rumors grew with every breath. Absalom has slaughtered them all. The sons of David lie dead in the fields. When the report reached the king's chamber, David collapsed where he stood. His knees struck the floor and his hands tore through the fabric of his robes. The cries that followed were not the cries of a king, but of a father shattered by loss. He lay in the dust, his chest heaving, forehead pressed to cold stone. 00:10:07 Speaker 2: My sons, all of them, oh God, my children! 00:10:10 Speaker 1: It was then, through the grief and chaos, that a familiar voice rang out with a sharp, mocking edge. 00:10:18 Speaker 2: My kings! Why so glum? 00:10:22 Speaker 1: It was Jonadab, the annoying nephew and instigator of the family. He leaned against the edge of the long table, a sarcastic grin splitting his thin cheeks. 00:10:33 Speaker 2: You look as though you've lost all your heirs, save the one who killed them. 00:10:37 Speaker 1: David did not rise. His eyes were red-rimmed and hollow. 00:10:44 Speaker 2: I've no patience for your jests, Jonadab. Leave me to my grief. As you wish, my king. 00:10:51 Speaker 1: Jonadar bowed low, sweeping a hand across his chest with theatrical flair, but lingered at the exit, rising again with an infuriating smile. 00:11:02 Speaker 2: However, I think it may lift your heart to know that not all your sons are dead. Just one. Auserlund struck only Amnon. The others yet live. What do you mean? Come now, Uncork. Do you really think Absalom would kill all his brothers? No, no. Amnon alone has paid the price. Absalom has plotted this since the day Tamar fled from Amnon's bedchamber. He waited patiently like a proper predator. You have a clever boy, David. A clever boy indeed. 00:11:39 Speaker 1: David stared at him, somewhere between disbelief and rage. Jonadar bowed again. turned on his heel, and vanished. 00:11:49 Speaker 4: Benaiah! 00:11:50 Speaker 1: The captain of the guard stepped forward and bowed low. 00:11:54 Speaker 2: Absalom is to be exiled from Jerusalem. If he dares step foot in my city, if I so much as hear the hooves of his donkeys cross my gates, he shall die. Mark it, Benaiah. Let the walls know. 00:12:07 Speaker 1: He is banished. Benaiah bowed, but even as the order passed through the palace, David's wrath soured into regret. The sin of the son was born of the father's silence. It was David who failed to punish Amnon, and now two sons were lost, the one to death, the other to exile. Absalom fled with haste to Geshur, where his mother's kin ruled. There he remained for three long years, surrounded by sheep, distant from the throne, yet not idle. While the grass grew high in Geshur's valleys, Absalom's hatred grew higher still. In all that time, David never once sent for his son. He never spoke the boy's name aloud. But Absalom did not forget. He waited. He planned. and in the silence he sharpened his knives, for David would soon learn the most dangerous weapon of all is the fury of a patient man. Steve Gatina, Max Bard, Zach Schelleberger and Ben Gammon are the executive producers of The Chosen People, narrated by Paul Coltofianu. Characters are voiced by Jonathan Cotton, Aaron Salvato, Sarah Seltz, Mike Reagan, Stephen Ringwald, Sylvia Zaradoc, Thomas Copeland Jr., Rosanna Pilcher and Mitch Lashinsky. Music by Andrew Morgan-Smith. written by Aaron Salvato, Brie Rosely, and Chris Baig. You can hear more Prey.com productions on the Prey.com app, available on the Apple App Store and Google Play Store. If you enjoyed The Chosen People, please rate and leave a review.