Story Blog: Forgotten, Part Six

Continued From: Part Five

After Josiah’s cousins brought out the dessert, Hosea said, “Pardon our interruption, but my brother and I cannot remain silent another moment. Though we love our father, we cannot understand why men of your stature would accept the invitation of a man foolish enough to offer asylum not only to an adulteress, but now a blind beggar.”

An uneasy silence fell in the room.

“Excuse me,” Rachel squeaked. Her chair moved and her footsteps flew from the room.

Josiah leaped up to run after her. “Rachel! Wait!”

Halfway down the hall outside the banquet room, he realized his folly. Not only did he have no idea which direction to go, without his stick he had no clue what obstacles lay before him. He lifted his hands to Heaven. “Lord, please help me, I need you.”

Peace surrounded him. He groped his way down the hall. “Rachel? Please, answer me.”

After a few minutes of deafening silence, he shouted, “Rachel! Please, I need you. I’m lost, Rachel. Please, help me.”

A feminine hand touched his shoulder. “You had to come after me, didn’t you? See now where you’ve gotten us both. Come, I’ll take you to your quarters.”

Back in his quarters, he claimed his guiding stick. As Rachel’s footsteps retreated, he called after her, “I would have defended you. I would never believe what they said.”

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