[SPEAKER_00]: Welcome to the Moses Chronicles.
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[SPEAKER_00]: The Exodus hasn't come, but the fault lines have formed.
[SPEAKER_00]: This is the story before the basket on the Nile, the quiet, before slavery.
[SPEAKER_01]: Chapter Three A Sister's plea Facing the unknown.
[SPEAKER_01]: The dawn air was cool against Dinah's skin as she watched her face, carefully braiding her hair with trembling hands.
[SPEAKER_01]: Almost seventy days had passed since their father's death, and though grief still clung to the family like a heavy fog, another fear had begun to settle among her brothers, the fear of Joseph.
[SPEAKER_01]: The seventy days of mourning were nearly at an end, and with their father gone, uneased her among her brothers, old rivalries, whispered fears on certain futures.
[SPEAKER_01]: Now that it was nearly over, Diana prepared to leave, not just to carry a message, but to reclaim her voice.
[SPEAKER_01]: Her father's death had taken last shield between her and the full judgment of her brothers.
[SPEAKER_01]: She told them it was to seek peace, but the true friend deeper she needed to see Joseph.
[SPEAKER_01]: She had never set foot in his home, nor has she ever stood beneath the carved stone of the Viziers Palace.
[SPEAKER_01]: She had played with a friend and manacee when Joseph brought them to the camp, and laughed with them in the dust, but she had never met their mother, Asanath.
[SPEAKER_01]: The name was faring on her tongue, and though curiosity pulled at her, she knew her place.
[SPEAKER_01]: She had no standing, no inheritance.
[SPEAKER_01]: The brothers would not care for her.
[SPEAKER_01]: Rubin would not, bound as he was by his disgrace.
[SPEAKER_01]: Simeon and Levi,
[SPEAKER_01]: never.
[SPEAKER_01]: They had spilled blood for her, but not for her sake.
[SPEAKER_01]: But their honor, their rage.
[SPEAKER_01]: Their vengeance had left her with the burden of shame, a stain upon her name from Sheckham's destruction.
[SPEAKER_01]: God or Asher might take in their mother, Zilpa, but not Dina.
[SPEAKER_01]: She had no claim.
[SPEAKER_01]: And so she went, carrying more than a message.
[SPEAKER_01]: She chose her best clothes, simple but well-kept.
[SPEAKER_01]: She smoothed the fabric with careful hands before stepping on to the road.
[SPEAKER_01]: She would not arrive as a beggar.
[SPEAKER_01]: She set out early, the cool wind rustling through the tall reads along the riverbank.
[SPEAKER_01]: The path to the Visiers Palace was well-traveled, but she felt each step like a weight upon her chest.
[SPEAKER_01]: She had never seen the home her brother had built here, nor has she seen the life he had crafted beyond their father's reach.
[SPEAKER_01]: Would he receive her?
[SPEAKER_01]: Would he even recognize her?
[SPEAKER_01]: at the gates of the Viziers Palace.
[SPEAKER_01]: The Viziers Palace was smaller than Ferros, yet it towered over Dinah as she approached.
[SPEAKER_01]: Its limestone walls gleaming gold beneath the rising sun.
[SPEAKER_01]: Unlike the rough stone homes of the Hebrews, its pillars were carved with intricate depictions of grain, of canals, of the bounty Joseph had secured for Egypt.
[SPEAKER_01]: It was not a fortress, yet it was well guarded.
[SPEAKER_01]: Dinoslode, as she reached the great bronze gates, they await a silent testament to the power that lay within.
[SPEAKER_01]: Two guards stood at their post, dressed in fine linen, their spears gleaming in the morning light.
[SPEAKER_01]: She hesitated.
[SPEAKER_01]: To them, she was nothing more than another petitioner.
[SPEAKER_01]: One of the guards stepped forward, his expression impassive.
[SPEAKER_01]: What business do you have here?
[SPEAKER_01]: She lifted her chin, steadying her voice.
[SPEAKER_01]: I bring a message for the vizier.
[SPEAKER_01]: The guards exchange the glands.
[SPEAKER_01]: The Vizier is not receiving visitors today.
[SPEAKER_01]: The first one said.
[SPEAKER_01]: Dinos fingers tightened around the folds of her cloak.
[SPEAKER_01]: Did they know?
[SPEAKER_01]: Had Joseph told them not to let his family through the gate?
[SPEAKER_01]: Had he shut them out, even before she arrived?
[SPEAKER_01]: She forced her breath to steady.
[SPEAKER_01]: I am his sister.
[SPEAKER_01]: The second garden narrowed his gaze.
[SPEAKER_01]: The Vizier has no sisters among Pharaoh's house.
[SPEAKER_01]: her throat titan, shame curling in her gut.
[SPEAKER_01]: Of course, to them she was nothing.
[SPEAKER_01]: She took a step forward, the bone is in her voice, surprising even herself.
[SPEAKER_01]: I am Diana.
[SPEAKER_01]: daughter of Israel, I bring a message from my brothers.
[SPEAKER_01]: The guard has attained it, murmuring to one another.
[SPEAKER_01]: Finally, one of them disappeared beyond the gates.
[SPEAKER_01]: Dino waited, shifting her weight, resisting the urge to turn and run.
[SPEAKER_01]: A few moments later, the guard returned.
[SPEAKER_01]: You may end her.
[SPEAKER_01]: The gates opened, and dinosaurs stepped inside.
[SPEAKER_01]: The court yard of the Visiers Palace was different from what she had imagined.
[SPEAKER_01]: She had expected grand columns and endless stone, a coal place filled with the weight of power.
[SPEAKER_01]: But here, there were trees.
[SPEAKER_01]: Date palms swaying gently in the morning breeze, their fruit ripening in the sun.
[SPEAKER_01]: The scent of mirror and crushed herbs lingered in the air, mixing with the distant fragrance of fresh bread.
[SPEAKER_01]: And then, a woman stepped forward.
[SPEAKER_01]: As an ad.
[SPEAKER_01]: Dinah's breath caught in her throat.
[SPEAKER_01]: She was not at all what Dinah had expected.
[SPEAKER_01]: She had imagined a woman of striking beauty, adorned in layers of gold, draped in silk, standing with the untouchable grace of an Egyptian noble woman.
[SPEAKER_01]: But Asanath's presence was something else entirely.
[SPEAKER_01]: She was neither intimidating nor ostentious.
[SPEAKER_01]: She was gentle.
[SPEAKER_01]: For a long moment, neither a woman spoke.
[SPEAKER_01]: Dinos eyes flickered over us and asked for him, taking in every detail, the delicate linen of her dress, finally woven, but unburdened by excessive ornamentation.
[SPEAKER_01]: The golden cuff on her wrist was understated compared to what Egyptian noble women usually wore.
[SPEAKER_01]: She was dressed as a woman of rank, yet without arrogance.
[SPEAKER_01]: But more than her clothing, it was her bearing that unsettled liner.
[SPEAKER_01]: She did not hold herself as an untouchable queen, but neither was she meek.
[SPEAKER_01]: There was something about her, a quiet confidence, a presence that did not demand attention, but commanded it nonetheless.
[SPEAKER_01]: This was a woman's cure in her place.
[SPEAKER_01]: And yet,
[SPEAKER_01]: She was not what Dina had expected, not a coal untouchable Egyptian, not a woman who would sneer at her as Dina had feared, not an enemy.
[SPEAKER_01]: But Asana, too, was studying her.
[SPEAKER_01]: The woman before her was neither an Egyptian noble woman nor someone accustomed to courtly life.
[SPEAKER_01]: Her garments were travel worn.
[SPEAKER_01]: The hem dusted from the road.
[SPEAKER_01]: Her sandals bore the wear of many miles.
[SPEAKER_01]: A Hebrew woman, Asana, realized who had not arrived in a chariot or under escort.
[SPEAKER_01]: But had walked to this place of her own will, and her eyes.
[SPEAKER_01]: They were not soft.
[SPEAKER_01]: There was steel in them.
[SPEAKER_01]: As though this was not a woman who broke easily.
[SPEAKER_01]: Joseph's sister.
[SPEAKER_01]: Joseph had mentioned her only once long ago in passing, a sister who had suffered, a name he had not spoken again, she wondered what Joseph had withheld, and why?
[SPEAKER_01]: Was Dina wound left unhealed, or a story too sacred to revisit?
[SPEAKER_01]: As an afelt of flicker of uncertainty, this woman had walked from another world, one of tense not courts,
[SPEAKER_01]: How did you welcome someone who had never been offered a place?
[SPEAKER_01]: Then?
[SPEAKER_01]: Okay, softened.
[SPEAKER_01]: You have walked a long way.
[SPEAKER_01]: She said, at last.
[SPEAKER_01]: A voice warm.
[SPEAKER_01]: Come.
[SPEAKER_01]: Let me have the servants prepare a place for you to wash and some breakfast in the garden.
[SPEAKER_01]: Dina hesitated.
[SPEAKER_01]: For something in Asinath's face made her pause, not pity, but recognition.
[SPEAKER_01]: She nodded, allowing herself to be led inside.
[SPEAKER_01]: Joseph's sanctuary.
[SPEAKER_01]: Asinath made her way toward Joseph's study, acquired secluded space hidden deep within their home, a sanctuary where he fasted, prayed, and studied in solitude.
[SPEAKER_01]: It was the only space that was indeed his, the only place where he allowed himself to be vulnerable.
[SPEAKER_01]: She knocked softly, no answer.
[SPEAKER_01]: Cauchously, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
[SPEAKER_01]: The scent of age, papyrus, oil lamps, and faint traces of incense lingered in the air.
[SPEAKER_01]: The room was simple, compared to the rest of the palace.
[SPEAKER_01]: wooden shells filled with scrolls lying the walls and a single bronze brassier smoldered in the corner.
[SPEAKER_01]: Joseph had fallen asleep at his desk, his head nesting on folded arms, his body slumped forward.
[SPEAKER_01]: His posture was not that of an Egyptian vizier.
[SPEAKER_01]: but of a weary man carrying the weight of too much loss.
[SPEAKER_01]: As an affinelt beside him and gently touched his face, his eyes flooded open at her caress, blinking in confusion before focusing on her.
[SPEAKER_01]: Your sister is here, she whispered, Joseph sat up suddenly, rubbing his eyes.
[SPEAKER_01]: Dino.
[SPEAKER_01]: His voice was horse with sleep.
[SPEAKER_01]: Why has she come?
[SPEAKER_01]: Is everything alright?
[SPEAKER_01]: I don't know," Asanath admitted.
[SPEAKER_01]: She only said she has a message from your brothers.
[SPEAKER_01]: I sent her to wash up and eat.
[SPEAKER_01]: She is waiting for you in the garden.
[SPEAKER_01]: Joseph took a slow breath, steadying himself.
[SPEAKER_01]: He had not seen his sister in years.
[SPEAKER_01]: He barely knew the woman she had become.
[SPEAKER_01]: Why has she come now?
[SPEAKER_01]: With a nod, he rose, brushing her hand over his face as if wiping away the last remnants of sleep.
[SPEAKER_01]: I will go to her.
[SPEAKER_01]: Difficult Conversations.
[SPEAKER_01]: Dina had never seen such a luxurious home before, the palace of Shechem had been fined but this.
[SPEAKER_01]: This was something else entirely.
[SPEAKER_01]: The polished limestone walls, the intricate carvings of grain and rivers, the scent of blooming lotus drifting through the air.
[SPEAKER_01]: It was all overwhelming.
[SPEAKER_01]: Servants moved swiftly.
[SPEAKER_01]: Their eyes briefly lingering on her before looking away.
[SPEAKER_01]: Pity.
[SPEAKER_01]: Diner was tired of that look.
[SPEAKER_01]: She was tired of people treating her as if she were broken.
[SPEAKER_01]: She followed the servant through an open archway leading to a lush courtyard.
[SPEAKER_01]: The garden was breathtaking, vines wrapped around columns, fruit trees cast soft shade, and a shallow pool reflected the morning light.
[SPEAKER_01]: A low table was set with an array of food, fresh bread drizzled with honey, plump figs, roasted almonds, and a warm cup of goat's milk.
[SPEAKER_01]: She has attained it.
[SPEAKER_01]: It had been a long time since she had eaten a meal prepared in this manner, before she had become an object of disgrace.
[SPEAKER_01]: Her fingers trembled as she picked up a piece of bread, the honey melting against her tongue.
[SPEAKER_01]: She closed her eyes.
[SPEAKER_01]: savoring the warmth of the milk as it slid down her throat.
[SPEAKER_01]: For a brief moment, she let herself feel safe.
[SPEAKER_01]: Cherished.
[SPEAKER_01]: Footsteps approach quiet on the stone.
[SPEAKER_01]: Joseph saw her before she saw him and stopped.
[SPEAKER_01]: He froze, taking her in as if unsure she was real.
[SPEAKER_01]: Then softly, almost like a prayer.
[SPEAKER_01]: When she opened her eyes, Joseph stood before her.
[SPEAKER_01]: She jumped up in shock, nearly knocking over the cup of milk.
[SPEAKER_01]: Then, quickly, she bowed him, loing herself in reverence.
[SPEAKER_01]: Joseph reached out, gently taking hold of her arms.
[SPEAKER_01]: Do not bow.
[SPEAKER_01]: He said, his voice soft.
[SPEAKER_01]: Right now, I am your brother, not the Vizier.
[SPEAKER_01]: Dinosolo, slowly lifting her gaze to medees.
[SPEAKER_01]: You look so much like your mother, Joseph Merman, studying her face.
[SPEAKER_01]: She blinked, startled.
[SPEAKER_01]: It had been so long since she heard anyone speak of Leia with familiarity.
[SPEAKER_01]: They sat down, before a long moment, neither spoke.
[SPEAKER_01]: Joseph studied her as they have seen her for the first time.
[SPEAKER_01]: Not as a child, not as a sister, left behind.
[SPEAKER_01]: But as a woman who had endured pain and survived it.
[SPEAKER_01]: She was six years older than he, placing her close to sixty now.
[SPEAKER_01]: Yet, somehow, Elohim had preserved her youthfulness.
[SPEAKER_01]: There was a quiet strength in her eyes, a resilience that had not faded with time.
[SPEAKER_01]: And Dinah studied him in return.
[SPEAKER_01]: She had only known him through the stories their brothers told, the Lawson, the ruler of Egypt, the powerful one.
[SPEAKER_01]: But now, sitting before her, he was something else.
[SPEAKER_01]: He was real.
[SPEAKER_01]: He was flesh and blood.
[SPEAKER_01]: He was her brother.
[SPEAKER_01]: She remembered a few times he had come to visit their father, each time she had been hidden away, sent off before he arrived.
[SPEAKER_01]: Perhaps, to protect her, or possibly, because no one had thought to include her.
[SPEAKER_01]: It was possible that, even the night of Israel's passing, he had mistaken her for one of the servants.
[SPEAKER_01]: A faint, sad smile touched her lips.
[SPEAKER_01]: I know my mother did not care for you.
[SPEAKER_01]: She said softly.
[SPEAKER_01]: She was often unkind.
[SPEAKER_01]: I do not carry her bitterness, Joseph.
[SPEAKER_01]: Joseph danced.
[SPEAKER_01]: He had known it, of course, but hearing it aloud brought back memories.
[SPEAKER_01]: Memories of a mother who had never hidden her resentment toward him.
[SPEAKER_01]: Dina continued, a voice reminiscent, Rachel cherished you like a king.
[SPEAKER_01]: She was never reserved with her love, especially towards me.
[SPEAKER_01]: Often she would let me hold you, so she could look on with great joy.
[SPEAKER_01]: Joseph inhaled sharply, gripping the edge of his chair.
[SPEAKER_01]: The mention of his mother stirred something raw within him.
[SPEAKER_01]: He had been ripped from that love, from that safety.
[SPEAKER_01]: His fingers curled into his palms, but he did not look at her.
[SPEAKER_01]: You have a message for me.
[SPEAKER_01]: He said, finally.
[SPEAKER_01]: Dina hesitated.
[SPEAKER_01]: Then recounted what had happened that night at the fire, the argument, the fear, the plea for mercy.
[SPEAKER_01]: Joseph stood suddenly, turning his back to her.
[SPEAKER_01]: His shoulders were tense, his breath uneven.
[SPEAKER_01]: Is that his voice broke?
[SPEAKER_01]: Is that what they think of me?
[SPEAKER_01]: He squeezed his eyes shut.
[SPEAKER_01]: The betrayal he had long since forgiven still lingered in the air between them.
[SPEAKER_01]: Was it still not over?
[SPEAKER_01]: Was this all that remained of his father, suspicion, fear, a legacy clouded by distrust?
[SPEAKER_01]: He swallowed hard, wiping the tears from his eyes before turning back to her.
[SPEAKER_01]: His voice was steadier now.
[SPEAKER_01]: Do you remember my dreams, Dina?
[SPEAKER_01]: The sun, moon, and stars.
[SPEAKER_01]: The sheaves of wheat bowing before me.
[SPEAKER_01]: Dina nodded.
[SPEAKER_01]: And the he knew then what he had destined for me.
[SPEAKER_01]: Joseph whispered.
[SPEAKER_01]: My brothers only did what was orchestrated before time began.
[SPEAKER_01]: a long silence settled between them, then, in a harsh voice, Joseph called for a servant, a brief exchange of words, and a man hurried away.
[SPEAKER_01]: Joseph turned back to Dynah, his expression unreadable.
[SPEAKER_01]: So, tell me, sister.
[SPEAKER_01]: He acts, his voice now softer, why did you volunteer to bring this message to me?
[SPEAKER_01]: Dinah's heart pounded.
[SPEAKER_01]: This was her chance.
[SPEAKER_01]: She needed his blessing.
[SPEAKER_01]: A new beginning for Dinah.
[SPEAKER_01]: Dinah sat across from Joseph, her fingers tracing the rim of a clay cup, absolutely.
[SPEAKER_01]: The warmth of the sun danced across her face, but her eyes held only sorrow.
[SPEAKER_01]: Slowly her voice often, as she recounted the years after the family believed Joseph to be dead.
[SPEAKER_01]: The words grew heavier as she spoke of Shecken, her breath hitched, and her speech slowed, laboring over the memory.
[SPEAKER_01]: Joseph did not flinch.
[SPEAKER_01]: He remained still, listening, taking in every word, but deep within him, anger stirred, a righteous silent fury.
[SPEAKER_01]: After a long pause, Dina exhaled.
[SPEAKER_01]: I do not know where I belong now.
[SPEAKER_01]: She murmured.
[SPEAKER_01]: Father is gone.
[SPEAKER_01]: And my brothers, they have never truly wanted me.
[SPEAKER_01]: Joseph sighed, folding his hands in front of him.
[SPEAKER_01]: You belong here, Dina, in my household, under my protection.
[SPEAKER_01]: Attired smile touched her lips.
[SPEAKER_01]: I am not a child for you to keep safe, little rather.
[SPEAKER_01]: You are my sister, Joseph countered firmly.
[SPEAKER_01]: And family is not cast away, not in my house.
[SPEAKER_01]: Silence stretched between them.
[SPEAKER_01]: Fick with years of unspoken wounds.
[SPEAKER_01]: Ben.
[SPEAKER_01]: Dinospoke again.
[SPEAKER_01]: Softer this time.
[SPEAKER_01]: When we first came to Egypt, I was the one father sent to the market to buy goods and materials, she said.
[SPEAKER_01]: Her fingers tightened around the cup.
[SPEAKER_01]: A few years ago, in the market's square, I met a humble man.
[SPEAKER_01]: A small smile eased onto her face, as though just thinking of him brought comfort.
[SPEAKER_01]: A tailor, in Pharaoh's court, his wife passed a few winters ago, leaving you with two small children.
[SPEAKER_01]: He has been kind to me.
[SPEAKER_01]: I enjoy his company, and never once have I felt second hand.
[SPEAKER_01]: Joseph studied her carefully.
[SPEAKER_01]: And you wish to marry him?
[SPEAKER_01]: Dina hesitated.
[SPEAKER_01]: Then nodded.
[SPEAKER_01]: I do.
[SPEAKER_01]: A shadow cross her face.
[SPEAKER_01]: I try to mention it to Ruben.
[SPEAKER_01]: But he would not hear of it.
[SPEAKER_01]: He is the file, sister, marrying an Egyptian.
[SPEAKER_01]: He said it would bring disgrace upon our father's name.
[SPEAKER_01]: I never wanted that.
[SPEAKER_01]: And now, even though father is gone, I know they will cast me aside.
[SPEAKER_01]: I cannot marry without a blessing from my family."
[SPEAKER_01]: She braids herself, expecting to see disappointment in Joseph's eyes, the same judgment, the same shame, Joseph exhale, the weight of it leaving his shoulders slowly, then a gentle unburdened smile broke through his grief.
[SPEAKER_01]: Then I will see it done," he said.
[SPEAKER_01]: You will have a home, Dina, of family, and his children will know they are loved.
[SPEAKER_01]: He paused his smile-wightening.
[SPEAKER_01]: Of course, Ephraim and Manisei will want to see more of you.
[SPEAKER_01]: Dina let out a laugh, bright and full, ringing through the garden like the first break of dawn after a long night.
[SPEAKER_01]: At the sound, Asynath emerged from the house.
[SPEAKER_01]: Her eyes are light with curiosity.
[SPEAKER_01]: What is this laugh to write here?
[SPEAKER_01]: Joseph Grind.
[SPEAKER_01]: There will be a wedding.
[SPEAKER_01]: He declared, we will have it here, in the garden, something small, something hours.
[SPEAKER_01]: As an avgast with delight, immediately sitting beside Dino.
[SPEAKER_01]: Oh, tell me everything, she urged, clasping Dino's hands.
[SPEAKER_01]: The two women fell into easy conversation, giggling like girls as they whispered about the details of the celebration.
[SPEAKER_01]: Joseph, seeing that they no longer needed him, quietly excused himself.
[SPEAKER_01]: He stepped away from the table and made his way toward the waiting chariot at the entrance.
[SPEAKER_01]: A matter to be settled.
[SPEAKER_01]: As he approached, a guard bowed.
[SPEAKER_01]: As it been done, Joseph asked, yes my Lord, the God replying, your brothers are waiting for you at your father's house, Joseph nodded once.
[SPEAKER_01]: Then stepped inside the carriage, his heart turned serious once more.
[SPEAKER_01]: This could not be handled in the palace, not where the walls had ears.
[SPEAKER_01]: This had to be settled once and for all.
[SPEAKER_01]: His brothers, after all these years, after all he had done for them,
[SPEAKER_01]: Did they still believe he was waiting to take revenge?
[SPEAKER_01]: That he had only spared them so he could enslave them in time?
[SPEAKER_01]: No.
[SPEAKER_01]: That uncertainty had to be crushed.
[SPEAKER_01]: The carriage wheels rumbled against the stone road, carrying him towards his father's house.
[SPEAKER_01]: The gathering of the brothers
[SPEAKER_01]: Asher, Dan, Nathalai, have come first.
[SPEAKER_01]: Zilpa moved to the room, her hand steady as she poured tea, though her presence was as silent as ever.
[SPEAKER_01]: One by one, the others arrived.
[SPEAKER_01]: Rubin was last.
[SPEAKER_01]: Has anyone seen Dinah?
[SPEAKER_01]: Rubin demanded as soon as he entered.
[SPEAKER_01]: Do we even know what has happened?
[SPEAKER_01]: His gaze landed sharply on Zilpa.
[SPEAKER_01]: What exactly did the messenger say?
[SPEAKER_01]: God rolls, ready to challenge Rubin.
[SPEAKER_01]: Speak to my mother with respect," he said coldly.
[SPEAKER_01]: Ashes standing beside him, placed a firm hand on his shoulder, a silent warning to let it go.
[SPEAKER_01]: The messenger from the palace said that Joseph requests all of you to be present this afternoon, as he will come to speak with you.
[SPEAKER_01]: She finished filling the last cup, then placed a pot down and left the room.
[SPEAKER_01]: A whisper passed between Asher and God.
[SPEAKER_01]: I have already spoken to my wife.
[SPEAKER_01]: God murmured.
[SPEAKER_01]: Mother will come to stay with us.
[SPEAKER_01]: Asher gave a slow silent nod.
[SPEAKER_01]: No one spoke after that.
[SPEAKER_01]: They only waited.
[SPEAKER_01]: The weight of uncertainty settled in the air, thick, and unmoving.
[SPEAKER_01]: Then, the sound of chariot wheels approaching echoed beyond the walls.
[SPEAKER_01]: The moment had come.
[SPEAKER_01]: The curtain at the end transported Joseph stepped inside.
[SPEAKER_01]: He had carried Egypt through famine, earned Pharaoh's trust and sat beside kings, yet here, among his own blood, he still had to prove his heart.
[SPEAKER_01]: He scanned the room, his eyes moving from face to face, not men, not brothers.
[SPEAKER_01]: No.
[SPEAKER_01]: What he saw were the faces of boys.
[SPEAKER_01]: Boys who had once cast him into a pit.
[SPEAKER_01]: Boys who had betrayed him.
[SPEAKER_01]: But also boys who, mellow him, had used to save them all.
[SPEAKER_01]: Joseph Excel, studying himself.
[SPEAKER_01]: He was humbled.
[SPEAKER_01]: Seventeen years.
[SPEAKER_01]: That was how long he had lived with them in peace.
[SPEAKER_01]: How long he had shown kindness provided for their families and asked for nothing in return.
[SPEAKER_01]: And still, they feared him.
[SPEAKER_01]: Taking a seat, he folded his hands before him, inhale deeply and said, Dina has filled me in on all that happened the night of our father's passing, and the message she was asked to deliver to me.
[SPEAKER_01]: The brother stiffened, the truth was about to be revealed.
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