Prelude to Chapter 3

The Knight clung to Jericho like a shroud, its streets veiled in shadow.

Two figures darted between alleys, their cloaks drawn tight, their steps swift but silent.

The Israelite spies moved with precision, their eyes scanning every corner, every flicker of torchlight.

Sent by Joshua, their mission was simple,

assess the enemy, measure the strength of Jericho's defenses,

and return with what they learned.

But simplicity and safety rarely walked the same road.

The cry shattered the silence, followed by the clatter of swords.

Torches bobbed in the darkness as guards charged toward the spies.

They broke into a sprint weaving through narrow passages, their breaths quick and shallow.

The footsteps behind them grew louder, and the walls of Jericho loomed higher, unyielding.

At the edge of the city, they spotted a house built into the wall.

Its doorway was draped with a scarlet tapestry, its windows glowing faintly with torchlight.

The air was thick with the scent of incense and perfume.

There was no doubt this was the home of a prostitute.

They hesitated for only a moment before slipping inside.

The room was warm, with a haze of incense curling in the air.

A woman emerged from the shadows. Her gown loose. Her movements,

languid. Greetings, gentlemen. I am Rahab, your host and servant. How may I please you this evening?

But her eyes widened as she saw their faces. They're bearing unmistakable.

You're Israelites, aren't you? Please don't hurt me.

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