Previously on the chosen people.

The Lord has favored us, brothers.

They outnumber us two to one.

Good odds for God's chosen people.

The men chuckled.

Jonathan was not their king, but they followed him as if he were.

Not out of duty or fear, but out of trust.

Every hour that passes without Samuel's arrival is another hour the men spend whispering in fear.

And with every whisper, Saul felt control slipping from his grasp.

They're going to leave me. They're losing hope in God.

They're losing hope in me.

Saul needed the men to see him as holy.

The sacrifice burned, and the smoke rose high into the sky.

You have disregarded the command of the Lord your God!

Had you obeyed, your kingdom would have been established forever!

But now, now your kingdom shall not continue.

He may have lost God's favor, but he would not lose his throne.

Jonathan awoke before dawn. The sky is still dark and cool.

He moved with quiet purpose, careful not to wake the others as he slipped

from the camp. The cold mountain air kissed his skin as he climbed, his fingers gripping the rock,

his legs burning as he pushed himself higher. He wanted to reach the summit before the sun.

The wind carried the scent of dry earth and morning dew as he reached the peak. Below, the valley stretched out before him, bathed in soft shadows. The Philistine encampment lay in the distance. The light from their torches was muffled by the morning mist.

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