Seeker Of Stars: A Novel Part 7

"I guess Herod has no son," I said as we gathered our clothes and hurriedly dressed.

"Or doesn't want one," Caspar replied "Do you think we misunderstood the stars?" I asked, afraid to hear Caspar's answer.

He shrugged. "No. There is a new king. Why else would Herod be so troubled?"

Shaz did not return to our room until late that night. He had enjoyed Herod's full hospitality of food, wine, and women, having discovered that not all Hebrew women were modest. Shaz had never been treated so well by our own king, and we could see immediately that he would not share the apprehension we felt.

"Herod wants a secret audience with us in one hour's time," he announced. Exchanging eloquent glances, we prepared for a second meeting with Herod. Shaz fell into a satisfied sleep and had to be awakened when Herod's advisers knocked on the door. This time we were conducted not to the throne room but to one of Herod's private rooms. He was alone and had various scrolls and maps spread on a table in front of him. His face was crimson and drenched with sweat, though his expression had not changed from our first encounter.

Herod carefully questioned us about when the star had appeared to us and when it had disappeared. He read to us the Jewish prophecy that indicated that the king of the Jews, the Messiah, was to be born in King David's city-in Bethlehem-and asked us to search diligently for the child, reporting back to him so that he could also go and wors.h.i.+p.

Nothing could have induced me to speak or draw attention to myself. I could not be out of his lair soon enough. I was relieved when the interview was not prolonged. As we bowed and prepared to leave, Herod suddenly added, "I have arranged for your leader to remain with us a while longer. It turns out he is not only a brilliant astronomer but a cousin of my dear Mariamne. She will be so pleased to see him."

Shaz smiled broadly. I was alarmed. Surely Shaz was not taken in by this man? And yet Shaz had heard exactly what his flattery-loving ears craved. What did Herod want with him? Wisps of fear curled inside my stomach. No conversation was sanctioned, and so with hidden heavy hearts, promises to return, and swift feet, we made our exit, gathering our servants and horses from the famous stables. We were swiftly escorted out of Jerusalem as day was nearly breaking.

"Is he dead then?" one of the servants whispered to me as we rode.

I shrugged. "He's staying behind."

The servant whistled and dropped back to share the news.

As the city gates closed behind us, we gathered around Caspar, who had become our leader without discussion. Caspar pointed at the eastern sky. There, far above the pinkish tints of sunrise, shone the moving star. Joy dawned on our faces, and the conversation of concern and strategy we were about to have melted away. Elated, we set off in the direction the star led, which was indeed Bethlehem.

~ 16 ~.

Wonders The journey was short, but now, wary of Herod, we were cautious of revealing our plans to anyone. We arrived in Bethlehem in the heat of the day and were greeted with the same hospitality we had been welcomed with in every Hebrew town. All Caspar would say to inquiries was that we were on a diplomatic mission on behalf of our king and that we were pa.s.sing through their village. None of the rumors and fears in Jerusalem had yet reached this little town, and so his simple explanation was accepted. We had decided not to explain the details of our quest but to find any possible king ourselves; in a small town, we reasoned, it would not be easy to hide a king. And yet life seemed perfectly normal. If the elders were bursting with civic pride at housing royalty, they certainly hid it well. Children were everywhere, greatly admiring and petting our horses, and I found my eyes drawn to them, wondering if one might be the king. We were invited to sleep in the home of one of the village elders, and, our search for the king incomplete, we happily accepted the offer.

In the middle of the night, I was startled awake. My heart pounded, and I breathed heavily. The house was still. I sat up, taking care not to wake Caspar, who slept beside me. When time had pa.s.sed and still the household was quiet, I began to search my mind for dreams, wondering if that was what had awakened me. In an instant, the vision came flooding back, frightening me with its intensity.

Bodies. Dead children clutched by grief-torn parents. Shaz's body broken beside the road. I felt the menace of Herod's wrath, and the thought came clearly into my mind that no matter what else happened, we must not return to Jerusalem. In an instant, I was ready to return home, convinced of the imminent danger. So certain was I that I shook Caspar awake and told him my dream in all its detail.

Caspar was a strong believer in dreams, and he got up and began to pace the floor, considering seriously what I had dreamed. He reached into his bag for our ephemerides to understand whether an omen was foretold. He moved to the window to read in the moonlight and suddenly gasped. Fearing that my dream had already come true, I ran to look at what had arrested his attention. The ground below was shadowy but undisturbed. Caspar shook his head and pointed above.

There in the east, the star we had followed now hung so low that we could almost touch it. As we watched, it proceeded across the houses of the town and then came to rest.

"Our mission is not yet accomplished, Melchior," Caspar said at last, when we saw that the star moved no more. "I swear by the G.o.ds-this star will show us the king of the Jews, and I will go this night to present him with our gifts."

I stared at him in wonder. "In the middle of the night? They will never open to us."

"They must!" said Caspar with urgency. "Your dream convinces me that we are in more danger the longer we stay here. Herod will find us, and we will see another side to him."

I agreed to join Caspar. As we dressed, Hasin awoke, insisted on accompanying us, and was ready in a moment. We climbed down the staircase from the roof, pointing out the low-hanging star to Hasin, who marveled at it. When we reached the stables, Caspar spoke to the servant who stood guard. We set off through the deserted streets, carrying a lumpy bag that had seen many years in the desert. I had no idea what we would say if we were caught, and I quickly said a prayer of sorts to whoever might hear me, that we might be safe.

Indeed we were the only ones on the streets.

We walked silently through the town, eyes directed upward and ears attuned for any sound. Finally we found the star's resting place. Starlight poured on a small house, like cool, clear water over a bowl, richer and brighter than moonlight. I looked around. We had moved out of the prosperous part of town; we were near the market, in the merchant district. We stood in front of the light-drenched door and looked at one another. Caspar took a deep breath before knocking softly. My dream and the knowledge of Herod's marauders caused my heart to quicken as the house remained silent and we stood exposed in the starlight in the street. After a while, I despaired that anyone would ever answer the door. Caspar dared to knock a second time, this time low and insistent. Noise stirred within, and a different anxiety gripped my heart: we had journeyed after a silent, moving star, following ancient prophecies, but this small house was different. We would face people who would either dismiss us as fools or perhaps- The door opened a crack, and a gruff voice spoke from the darkness.

"Who's there?"

I exchanged glances with Caspar and Hasin before speaking. "We are travelers," I said, hoping the simplest truth would gain us entry. It quickly became apparent that Hebrew hospitality was less universal at the third watch of the night.

"What do you want?"

"Direction," I said, suddenly inspired. "And perhaps a cup of water."

The darkness grunted, and the crack widened. A man's face emerged into the starlight. Squinting, he looked at us. "How many of you are there?"

"Just three," I responded.

"May we come in?" Caspar asked. "I realize the hour is late."

"It's very late," the man said with a yawn. "You can come in."

As the door closed behind us, I exhaled and looked around. The only light inside was from a dim lamp held by the man, which he placed on a low table. After the brightness of the night sky, the house was dark and shadowy. At the same time, it was clearly not a palace. I felt a mixture of disappointment-surely we were mistaken in our destination-and confidence. For once, city-born scholars Caspar and Hasin were in foreign territory, with no idea how to speak to this rough-haired laborer, while I felt instantly at home.

Having allowed us entry, the man now seemed to decide he should embrace us as his guests. I was amused by the awkwardness of my companions, but when the man reached for me, I apologized for my bad hand.

"I wove rugs for many years, until an accident-"

The man's eyes brightened with recognition, sparkling in the dimness, as he revealed a finger missing from his left hand. "I am a carpenter," he said. He gestured for us to sit. "What leads a rug maker and his friends into the streets so late in the night?"

"Since my accident-even before it-I have studied the stars," I said. "My friends and I are magi. We come from a land east of Israel, where we study stars for our king."

"How does this bring you to Bethlehem? What is this direction you said you needed? Are you lost?"

I swallowed. The time had come. We were face-to-face with a man who could determine the success of our journey. My heart pounded faster than it had when we faced Herod with the same questions. "Could I perhaps trouble you for that cup of water?"

The man rose, apologizing for forgetting our need. As he did, a woman emerged from the shadows and put her hands on the man's shoulders, indicating that he should sit again.

"I'll get it, Joseph," she said. In the dark, I heard the trickling sound of water, and then she handed a cup to each of us.

"Thank you," I said, taking a slow draught. The coolness of the water clarified the tumult in my mind, and I spoke to the two, who were watching me intently.

"Some moons ago, a new star appeared in the sky and began to move in a way stars do not move. We watch the sky for signs that tell us what may happen on earth. This star was certainly a sign of something important.

"Perhaps you know the Hebrew prophecies of a king being foretold by a star? That's how we have come to understand this star. And so we have followed the star in the direction it led, and tonight it seemed to lead us directly to your home."

There was silence. I looked around the room. My eyes had adjusted to the dimness, and now I saw that though the windows were covered, light from the star seeped in at every crack, like little stars in a dark sky. The silence continued, but the man and woman looked out at the light. Caspar cleared his throat. "We are not drunk as you may suppose-"

"No," the man said slowly. "No, I do not suppose that you are. This star-you have followed it?"

"As it has moved across the sky."

"Looking for a king?"

"Yes." I took another drink. "Can you give us any direction?"

Joseph turned to look at his wife. I could not see his face, but I could see hers, urging him to trust, to tell, to believe. Her smile was that of a little girl who has been happily surprised once again. "I think you have come to the right place," he said simply.

My heart began to pound, and I felt Caspar and Hasin flutter behind me.

"It is you who may doubt us," the man added.

"Please tell us all you can."

An incredible story poured forth, one that made ours sound commonplace. Angel visitations, virgin fullness, joy and sorrow, dreams and resolutions, promises, panic and pain-a child-squalor and shepherds, glory and- "G.o.d," the woman said, forming the sound lovingly, reverently. "G.o.d chose me." A giggle escaped her lips, a spring of joy bubbling from a hidden source. "My child is his own."

I was confused, unsure how this tale of wonders connected with our journey. We were seeking a king, not a carpenter's miracle son.

"We are seeking the king of the Jews," I explained. I gestured around me. "Your child-can he be-he cannot be-the king of the Jews?"

Joseph looked deeply at me with long-suffering eyes. "Our people have waited a long time for a Savior to come. G.o.d acts in ways we cannot understand, but our child is indeed his Son."

"The Lord has told me my son will reign forever on David's throne," the woman said.

"How can he be a king here in Bethlehem?" Caspar asked incredulously.

"What about Herod?" I added.

She shrugged. "The Lord chooses the king. He says Yeshua will save our people from our sins."

"That's a new kind of king!" I said.

"Yes!" she said firmly. "It is. The Lord is doing many new things in our midst."

Excitement seized me. Had I believed until this point that our journey might find a resting place? That the star had indeed been a message we had received? Suddenly I was aware that it was no accident we had seen the star and had interpreted its meaning correctly. Perhaps Someone had even sent the message to us. I felt an urge to laugh, my heart light with joy and p.r.i.c.kling with wonder.

"Would you like to see him?" Joseph asked. I nodded. The woman slipped into the shadows once again and returned with a bundle within her robes.

We left the table and gathered on the floor around her as though we were children eager for a treat or a story. The baby sitting on her lap was now wide awake and interested in the activity around him. When I looked at the child, I felt disappointed: there was nothing particularly different about him from the other babies I had seen in the town square that day. I would not likely be able to remember what he looked like once we left.

Hasin knelt beside me, fully prepared to wors.h.i.+p. He had been trained at his mother's knee to await this Messiah, and I could see that he was grateful to be a witness to a promise fulfilled. Caspar still looked doubtful, though he was willing to sit at the woman's feet.

Fearful of hurting the child, I reached out with my bad hand to touch him, wondering if he would feel like an ordinary baby. He did, b.u.t.ter-soft skin on his naked legs. Then the child grasped my finger, and suddenly I was no longer in the room, no longer in any room, but whirling through the stars, spinning round and round, anch.o.r.ed only at my hand. It was my dream, my old dream, only real. I looked at the unmoving star that held my hand, saw the baby's face, and heard a voice.

"Melchior. I am. I am."

And then the child let go and began to play with his mother's loosened hair, and I fell to the ground, my hand tingling as though with starlight. Tears poured from my eyes, and I began to pray, deeply from the heart. Somehow, this baby in this carpenter's home, in the middle of the village night, was the magnificent unmoving star, the center of all moving things, of all life, of the whole world. The G.o.ds of my father and my land seemed suddenly like child's toys, like foolish superst.i.tion. This was reality. This was what I had sought my entire life. This desire had been placed in my heart by this baby, this G.o.d, and he had filled it. I felt entirely small and yet blessedly significant at the same time. I felt loved as I had not since my beautiful mother died. I had been securely held all my life and led on this journey for the purpose of discovering this truth, of discovering G.o.d. Balzar had been right those months before when he said that the deepest desire of my heart might indeed lead me closer to G.o.d. The seeker of stars had been sought and found. There was nothing religious about this; it was holy and true.

We unwrapped gifts for the baby. Lavish, extravagant, impractical gifts. The mother gasped at the gold we held before her child. He tried to stuff one of the coins in his mouth before Joseph removed them to safety. The frankincense and myrrh in their heavy vessels we presented to the family, and I laid my heart before the child.

With the reticence of men, neither Hasin nor Caspar, nor even Joseph said anything of my tears, but the woman placed her hand on my head and said, "His mercy extends from generation to generation to those who fear him."

I felt it as a blessing on my whole family, even on my son who was about to be born.

When all the gifts were presented, we sat back.

"Are we the first? To recognize him as the Messiah?" Hasin asked eagerly.

The woman laughed again. "I'm afraid not," she said gently. "The Lord has already sent wors.h.i.+ppers and prophets, though you are the only kings-"

"We're not kings," I interrupted, though our finery might have misled her. "We come on behalf of our king ... and ourselves."

As we rose to leave before the sun rose and our absence was discovered, Caspar apologized again for our clandestine visit.

The woman smiled. "I was not sleeping. The starlight woke the baby, and I was holding him in it when you knocked."

~ 17 ~.

Home We rode at full gallop for three days, with pauses only to ensure the health of our horses. We needed to be well past the reach of Israel's king as soon as possible, and we avoided the highway, sticking to the pa.s.s through the mountains.

For my part, the pace was welcome for several reasons. My spirit soared with the recollection of the infant king we had left behind-G.o.d had indeed lifted the veil from my eyes to wors.h.i.+p and praise this child. Another baby also spurred me homeward: my own child would surely have been born by now. And Reta-my heart welled up with new longing for my wife. Her letter and the changes wrought in me on this journey made me crave her as she had been revealed to me.

Danger to our lives was, however, the practical reality that sped our journey. Even as we packed to leave Bethlehem, Caspar gathered us together-magi, guards, and servants-speaking freely of the accomplishment of our journey's task and then his fears, my dream, and our necessity for haste and discretion. We talked of finding Shaz but knew that either he would laugh at us for seeking him or he would already be dead-depending on which way Herod's whim had fallen-and so, reluctantly, we left him to find his own way. I did not envy Caspar telling Stela.

We broke into two groups, with Caspar leading one along with the guards and me leading the other with the servants. We needed to pack lightly, and so we took some of our belongings to the child's father, Joseph. Caspar was reluctant to confide our plans to Joseph for fear that the man might suffer for his knowledge, but we did warn him to beware of the king and his representatives who might feign homage.

Joseph listened to all we said-and to what we did not say. Then he nodded. "We will soon be on our way home to Nazareth. There our son should be safe. Your gifts will help us on our journey. The Lord bless you and keep you and make His face to s.h.i.+ne upon you."

It was the same blessing Reta had spoken over me in her fear and grief at the beginning of my journey. The journey to the child's cradle had been a long one. I had traveled down years of my life I had only existed through before. I had reconciled with a brother and my beloved wife, and even with the Creator of my beauties. He was a G.o.d who delighted in small things-the stars, tiny but perfect, set in their places in the dance, leading those who would look to the small, perfect wonder of the infant king.

The night skies had s.h.i.+fted once again. No longer was I following a moving star, but I was following its Maker. The dark s.p.a.ces between the stars were still mysterious but no longer troubling, and all the joy I had felt as a little boy, gazing at my dancing beauties, was back, and more. Finally the stars were a guide to me, familiar though glorious; they helped me set a course that was true.

Where my thoughts on the journey to Bethlehem had been heavy and circuitous, now my heart leaped with one simple thought: I'm going home.

We were well into our own country when I realized Hasin lagged behind the rest. One long day's ride would take me to my heart's desire, and my mouth longed to be there more than it yearned for water. I swallowed my impatience and dropped back to ride with Balzar's son.

"Is your horse well? Are you ill?" I asked. He shook his head. As my horse slowed to meet the pace of the other horse, I suddenly felt in my body what my companion must feel.

"Balzar," I said quietly.

"My heart grows heavier as we approach home."