Hadad of Edom and the African War Over the Bride of Chittim
Edom crowns Hadad, Africa wars over a stolen bride, and Chittim hoists infants on its walls, all while Israel groans unseen in Egypt's brickyards.
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In the long shadow of Egypt, while Israel bent its back to the brickyards, the kingdom of Edom changed hands again. Baal Channan son of Achbor died, and the chiefs of Edom rode out to find a man strong enough to wear the crown. They settled on a hard-eyed warrior named Hadad, and they set him on the throne for what would be forty-eight years.
Hadad wanted what his fathers had let slip. Moab had once paid tribute to Edom, and he meant to drag it back into the harness. But Moab heard the rumor of his marching before a single spear left Edom. They chose a king of their own, sent runners to their Ammonite kin, and stood waiting in the open with a host that grew by the day. Hadad stood on his border, counted the watchfires across the valley, and felt the appetite go out of him. He turned his army around and went home. Sometimes the shadow of a battle is heavier than the battle.
The Beauty That Two Kings Wanted
Far from Edom, across the sea in the coastland of Chittim, another quarrel was catching fire over a single face. In the city of Puzimna there had lived a man named Uzu, whom the people had loved so wildly they worshiped him while he breathed and mourned him as a god when he died. He left behind one daughter, Jania, and the chroniclers swore that no woman in all the earth matched her for beauty and for wisdom.
Word of her crossed the water to Africa, to Angeas, king of Dinhabah, and he sent messengers to Chittim to ask for her hand. The people of Chittim agreed. Then a second embassy arrived on the same shore, from Turnus, king of Bibentu, who had also heard the tales and meant to take her for himself. The men of Chittim wrung their hands and told Turnus's envoys the truth. "We have promised her already to Angeas, and we dare not anger him, for his arm is long." Then, frightened, they sent a runner to Africa. "Turnus is gathering an army. He means to pass through Sardunia and fall upon you and take the girl."
The Valley of Canopia Ran Red
Angeas did not wait to be struck. He summoned his host and sailed to Sardunia, where his brother Lucus sat as king. There the young Niblos, Lucus's son, came before his uncle and begged to lead the army into the field, and Angeas asked his brother to grant it, and it was granted. Then the two kings of one blood marched together toward Turnus.
They met him in the valley of Canopia, and the slaughter there was terrible. Lucus's ranks were broken and scattered like chaff, and in the press Niblos was killed. When Angeas saw the boy dead he gave a great cry and commanded a coffin of gold be made for him there on the field. Then grief turned to fury. He threw himself back into the line, cut Turnus down, and put his whole army to the sword. The survivors ran, and Angeas and Lucus hunted them along the road that runs between Alphanu and Romah, killing as they rode until none were left to kill.
On that roadside Lucus buried his son in a coffin of brass and raised a high tower over the grave and called it by the boy's name. They buried Turnus nearby, the slayer and the slain laid down within sight of each other, a pavement of stone set between the two graves so that the road would remember them both.
The Tribute of a Conquered Coast
Lucus went back to Sardunia. Angeas turned toward Bibentu, the dead king's own city, and its people came out trembling and fell on their faces and begged for their lives. He spared the city, for it was counted as part of Chittim. But from that day the troops of Africa came against the coast of Chittim year upon year, stripping it of plunder. And always at the head of the raiders rode Zepho son of Eliphaz, grandson of Esau, who had fled Egypt and washed up in Dinhabah and been made captain of Angeas's host. Zepho carried an old grudge against the children of Jacob and had pressed his king to march on Egypt and avenge the wars of their ancestors, but Angeas knew the strength of Jacob's sons too well and would not be moved. So Zepho turned his sword on Chittim instead, and led the plunder season after season. At last Angeas himself went up to Puzimna and took Jania, daughter of Uzu, and carried her home to Africa for his wife.
The Daughters Set Upon the Wall
The coast of Chittim had drunk blood before. Generations back, when Abram still walked the earth, its people had fallen out with the children of Tubal, who held the land of Tuscanah and had built a city, Sabinah, in their own honor. The men of Chittim struck the children of Tubal a heavy blow, and Tubal made them swear a binding oath never to take their daughters in marriage, for no women on earth were said to be fairer than the daughters of Tubal, and kings sent from far countries to court them.
But beauty bends oaths. When the men of Chittim could find no brides by asking, they waited for harvest, and while the men of Tubal worked the fields, the young men slipped into Sabinah and carried the daughters off. Tubal hired ten thousand swords and went to war and began to win. Then Chittim did a cruel and cunning thing. They set upon the city walls the small children born of the stolen daughters and cried down to the besiegers, "Will you make war against your own flesh and blood?" The men of Tubal looked up, saw their grandchildren on the ramparts, let their arms fall, and went home. And the children of Chittim, having held their ground by holding up the innocent, built two cities by the sea and kept the coast that the kings of Africa would one day come to plunder.
The Forgotten Cycle Beneath Egypt's Bondage
So the nations turned their wheel of beauty and grudge and burial. Edom crowned and uncrowned its kings, Africa fattened on the coast of Chittim, Zepho nursed the old hatred of Esau against Jacob, and the towers stood over the graves on the road between Alphanu and Romah. And under all of it, unnoticed by these warring kings, Israel groaned in the brickyards of Egypt with no straw for the bricks, and its cry went up, and the Lord heard it, and resolved to take a people out of affliction and give them a land. The kings counted their dead and their tribute and their stolen brides, and never once looked toward the slaves whose God was already moving.
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