When Bathsheba heard that her husband was dead, she mourned. She tore her garments and wept for seven days. And when the days of mourning were over, David sent for her and brought her into his house. She became his wife and bore him a son.

When David heard this, his chest tightened. He called Uriah in. “You’ve come from a journey. Why didn’t you go down to your house?”

Now the king faced the abyss. The lie had failed. There was only one path left, and it was paved with blood.

David listened, his face a mask. To the messenger, he said coldly, “Tell Joab not to let this trouble him. The sword devours one as well as another. Strengthen the attack against the city and overthrow it.”

David felt the trap closing. He kept Uriah in Jerusalem another day, invited him to eat and drink at the palace, and plied him with wine until his eyes grew heavy. That night, David prayed the wine would loosen Uriah’s conscience.

 
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