back, I asked, “What is she like? This new consort?”
The smile on Judah’s face was immediate. “She is incredible. I admit she’s gained my favor. She is obedient and willing to do anything for the Lord’s cause. She was introduced to me by Brother Luke. He ensures that our brothers here in New Zion are doing their part in the spiritual expansion of our women.”
Judah sat up and looked to me. “In fact, there are some you should meet. You may like them. Brother Luke has videos for you to watch, of the women that are a cut above the rest, women that could become your wives. The one’s only worthy of the Prophet.”
My eyebrows pulled down. “I am for the prophesized Cursed wife, Judah.”
“Our uncle had many wives. Surely as long as you gain the Cursed’s hand eventually, this is all that matters. The scripture does not state that you were to have her and only her. You are always alone. It is a miserable existence, yet you could take so many females to stand by your side.”
“Brother Judah?” A voice called from behind. When we turned, Brother Luke stood in the doorway. He bowed his head to me, then said to Judah, “Brother, I have received the call we have been waiting for.”
Judah held up a hand signaling he would be coming. Just as he made to stand, he said, “I know you find this role stifling, but I am working on ways to help you. New developments to make us impossibly strong. I am the Prophet’s Hand, my duty is to serve and advise you. But more than that, I am your twin. And I want to see all The Order’s prophecies realized. I swear, Cain, nothing will stop me from achieving this goal for you. Nothing.”
Exhaling, feeling lighter by his words, I lowered my head. “Thank you, Judah. That means everything to me. Just… just do not do anything foolish. Remember, our salvation will come, but it will take time.”
Judah tapped his hand on my back, then disappeared into the mansion.
Left with my thoughts, I leaned forward, pushing my hands through my hair, elbows on knees. The siren sounded, calling our people for their prayers. I watched the workers begin to leave.
But Judah’s consort held back. It was as though she did not want to go. I kept my focus on her, watching as she continued tending to the herbs. Then she glanced up and saw me. A deep blush immediately filled her cheeks. The consort rushed to her feet and moved to hurry to prayers. As I watched her meet the garden path, something inside of me pushed me to call her name.
“Sister Phebe!” She stopped dead, and with a downcast head, turned to face me. Her bright red hair was tied back away from her face. Even from this distance I could see her chewing on her bottom lip.
“Come here,” I commanded, registering that we were now alone. Sister Phebe picked up the hem of her long dress and walked toward me. When she reached the bottom of the steps, she stopped. Her head remained bowed, as was required in the presence of the Lord’s Prophet.
“Be at ease, sister,” I ordered. Sister Phebe relaxed her shoulders but her eyes remained downcast. “Look at me.”
Seeing her expel a long sigh, she lifted her head and her blue eyes met mine. I studied her features. She was pretty. Her skin was pale, but clear and smooth, her hair was striking and her eyes seemed warm. I could understand why my brother took her as one of his women. Sister Phebe glanced to the side under my scrutiny and, for a moment, I could discern her sister's looks in her face. I could see the Cursed Delilah.
Judah’s consort nervously rocked on her feet, so I sat forward and asked, “How are you, Sister Phebe?”
Phebe’s eyes snapped to mine and she swallowed. “I am well, my Lord.”
Her lips began to tremble. “I don’t think you are, sister. You have not been acting like your normal self for weeks.” I paused and watched her head lower again, then added, “Is it because Judah has taken a second?”
Lifting her head, Phebe’s eyes widened at my question. She quickly shook her head. “No, my Lord.”
“Are you sure? Your mood change is not due to jealousy? Because jealousy has no place in this commune, nor your heart. You know our scriptures condemn envy and greed.”