Darius's Dying Wish Opened the Road Back to Zion
A river cut Shushan in two. Daniel's grave sat on the rich bank, and the poor said that was why the money stayed there. They wanted the bier.
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Darius felt the end coming and sent for his son-in-law. Cyrus already held Persia. Darius put the rest of the kingdom into his hands while the princes of Media and Persia stood in the room and heard him do it. None of them objected.
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Then he made one more wish, and it had nothing to do with Persia. There was a burned house in Jerusalem. A people in his territory kept talking about rebuilding it. Let them go. Let them build.
Darius died. Cyrus was proclaimed king.
The Road Opened in the First Year
In the first year of his reign Cyrus summoned the most distinguished of the Jews to court. Men born in exile stood in a Persian hall and waited to hear what a new king wanted. He wanted them to leave. He gave them leave to go up to Zion and rebuild the Temple.
He did not stop at permission. He pledged to pay toward the service out of his own means, and to honor the God who had put strength in his arm to break the Chaldeans. Some of that was his own piety. Some of it was a dead man's instruction, spoken at a bedside, heard by princes of two nations, a yes that would be hard to unsay.
Daniel Ran From a New Throne
The good relations did not hold. War came. Cyrus lost his life and his lands. Daniel, who had read dreams for one court and then another, knew how fast a favorite becomes a problem. He feared Darius. He fled to Persia.
An angel found him there and gave him one sentence. "Fear not the king. I will not surrender you to him."
A letter followed, in the king's own hand. "Come to me, Daniel. Fear nothing. I shall be even kinder to you than Cyrus was." Daniel went back to Shushtar and was received with honor, an old man walking into the court he had fled, on the word of a messenger nobody else had seen.
The Grave Split the City
Daniel died and was buried in Shushan, and the burial started a fight that outlived the men who began it. A river cuts the city in two. The wealthy lived on one bank and the poor on the other, and the grave lay among the wealthy. The poor said the obvious thing. The money is over there because the righteous man is over there. Give us his bier and we will be rich too.
The arguing turned into fighting. They settled on a rotation. One year the bier rested on the near bank. The next year it was carried across the water. A dead prophet went back and forth on a schedule, hauled by whichever half of the city had just won its turn.
Chains Over the Water
When the Persian king Sanjar came to Shushan and saw the practice, he stopped it. He did not give the bier to either bank. He had it hung on chains from the middle of the bridge, out over the water, at the exact center of the quarrel, where neither side could carry it home.
Then he built a house of prayer on that spot, and out of respect for the man on the chains he forbade anyone to fish for a mile upstream and a mile down. Men who came with clean hands crossed the bridge and went on their way. Men who came godless went into the water and did not come up. The fish that swam under the bier had heads that glittered like gold.
A dying king had opened the road to Zion with a wish. Another king hung a prophet over a river so a city would stop tearing itself apart for luck. Daniel lay between those two royal acts, first afraid, then buried, then suspended where the current could not choose a bank.
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