The sun dipped low over the rolling plains of Benjamin, casting its golden light across the fields and the grazing herds that dotted them.

Saul's journey had been long, but as he approached the gates of his father's pastures, he felt none of the fatigue that burdened Tarvey.

How can you have such a hop in your step? I feel like we've been gone for months.

Saul shrugged, still not willing to share Samuel's prophetic words with him.

How does one simply and humbly mention that he was just anointed as the first king of Israel. Saul walked steadily, each step

carrying with it a renewed sense of purpose. The anointing oil may have long since dried on

his skin, but the fire Samuel had kindled in his heart burned fiercely. For years, Saul had walked taller than his brothers,

his height and strength unmatched. He had carried heavier loads, run farther, and fought

harder than any man in his tribe. Yet now, for the first time, his confidence was not rooted in his own strength.

He could feel God's favor upon him, a present so overwhelming, it almost made his great frame feel small beneath its weight.

As he passed through the gate, the familiar sight of his father's estate came into view.

The scent of stew cooking over an open flame wafed on the breeze.

Saul quickened his pace.

Inside the house, Kish's brother sat by the fire, poking at the embers with a stick.

His uncle's sharp features lit up at the

sight of Saul stepping through the door, his expression a mixture of relief and curiosity.

Oh, where have you been? The donkers were back mere hours after you departed. What on earth could you have been doing?

Saul embraced his uncle briefly, then sat down by the fire,

stretching out his long legs.

So we, uh, we had no clue that dog is returned.

We looked everywhere.

When we didn't find them, we sought out Samuel, the prophet.

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