Chapter 57 Sons of Canaan
As the ice and snow melt, all things come back to life.
When the warm spring sun melts the last piece of ice on the river...
The Canaanites celebrated a joyous day—
Yara's son...
She was born.
The news quickly spread throughout the entire village.
Upon hearing this news, many people immediately put down everything they were doing.
The man drying leather in the sun accidentally tore the pelt; the hunter in the forest nearly stepped into his own trap upon hearing news of his companion's arrival; the man repairing the roof jumped off the roof...
Everyone gathered at the Messiah's house...
More than a hundred people, including the elderly and children, all those who lived in the land of Canaan and had received the Messiah's grace, came to Arah's door.
Everyone's eyes shone with anticipation...
Just as Ararat represents the past of the Canaanites.
Then his offspring will take over the mission from their father, bearing the future destiny of the Canaanites...
How could this not make them care?
They were eager to witness the birth of this child who was destined to be the future King of Canaan.
Even if they don't have the ability to predict the future or read faces...
But they just wanted to see it, as if they wanted to share in some glory or witness some miracle...
Outside the window, it was noisy; inside, it was quiet.
Yara had gone to the town center early in the morning to receive the group returning from Argos.
So when he heard that his wife had given birth and rushed over... it was a bit too late.
My wife has already given birth.
Yara trembled as he gazed at his wife, who lay on the bed, nearly exhausted.
His wife's lips were pale, and her eyes were full of exhaustion.
But she was smiling.
"Sarah...where's the baby...?"
Yara knelt before his wife's bedside, somewhat incoherently.
His mind was almost completely blank, and he had almost completely lost his reason.
A mixture of ecstasy and fear surged through his mind like a wild horse.
When Yara came over, his wife reached out and gently touched his face. Seeing her husband's anxious and embarrassed state, she smiled weakly, but still didn't say anything.
Just then, the sound of a baby crying came from the dimly lit area behind.
Only then did Yara notice that
Hiaja and several midwives were gently wiping a newborn's blood-stained body with clean white cloths dipped in warm water...
The infant, still unaware of its surroundings, cried out loudly, its cries echoing throughout the wooden house.
There seems to be a kind of resonance across time with the blood flowing in Yara's veins...
From then on.
He took root in this fertile land, and left his seed in this world...
His blood and his righteousness will be passed down from generation to generation.
Yara felt a tightness in her heart, as if a heavy drum was pounding inside.
Without saying a word.
He rushed to the baby's side.
The women were startled.
But once they saw who it was, they all relaxed.
A woman who looked to be in her thirties or forties said:
"Yara, you've come."
"Luckily, it's a boy."
A strange emotion surged up Yara's head.
Yara's eyes were already brimming with tears. He clumsily but carefully wrapped the still-crying child in a white cloth and held him in his arms...
The infant seemed to sense that it was its father's embrace, and its crying immediately stopped...
Then, he slowly and peacefully fell asleep in Yara's arms.
Eyelids gradually closed, breathing became even...
Yara gently and carefully cradled the baby, even her steps were slow and gentle.
It was as if they were holding a precious sacred object...
Until he returned to his wife.
Sarah, struggling to her feet, sat up and took the child from Yara's arms.
Sarah stroked the child's cheek affectionately, her pale lips parted slightly, and she asked weakly:
"Have you decided...what his name should be?"
Aratun stopped and shook his head...
He has many things to deal with every day, including naming his child.
He hadn't really thought about it much.
The wife, while carefully observing the baby's sweet sleep, whispered:
"Isaac..."
"How about calling him Isaac?"
"I hope he will always be laughing...and grow up happily and healthily..."
As she spoke, she looked at Yara again.
"Instead of being like you..."
"Having endured so much suffering and shouldered so much responsibility..."
Yara paused, looking at the slightly resentful look in his wife's eyes.
But in the end, Yara spoke up:
Isaac.
"That's a good name..."
"Of course I want him to be happy too."
"but..."
"As a man, he will always shoulder some responsibility..."
"For the sake of loved ones..."
"Or perhaps for something else."
His wife sighed after hearing this and didn't say anything more.
Yara took the child from his wife.
He knew, of course, that the Canaanites waiting outside were waiting for him to show them his child.
This is nothing to be ashamed of...
So Yara picked up the sleeping child and slowly opened the door.
Step out of the gatehouse.
Outside the house, a dense, dark mass of people surrounded it, layer upon layer.
Like pilgrims.
And when Yara opened the door and came out carrying the child...
All the noise subsided and silence fell.
Everyone looked at Yara and the child in his arms.
Yara, with tears in her eyes, lifted the infant high into the sunlight.
He shouted to the crowd in front of him:
"My child..."
"Named as—"
"Isaac!"
"He is the son of Canaan..."
"My blood flows through my veins..."
"It is the blood of the Messiah!"
"Cheer for him..."
"Just like cheering for me!"
Ara's trembling voice echoed over Canaan.
The dew on the trees was shaken off.
Like the echo of the wind.
...
Yara turned down all business.
I plan to spend a few days at home with my wife and little Isaac.
But his ideal was beautiful...
Reality, however, ruthlessly pulled him out of his comfort zone...
Canaan cannot function without him.
On the third day of his vacation.
Old Tyre, who intended to settle here, arrived somewhat hastily with a few men to pay his respects...
Inside the wooden house.
Yara poured old Tyr a glass of wine.
Old Tyr waved his hand and said:
"Now is not the time for drinking, Yara."
Old Tyr looked rather serious, which was unusual.
In Yara's memory, old Tyr was a master of the gold level.
There are very few times when it is so rushed or even panicked.
That was back when they went together to hunt down the lion.
It was only when he encountered those strange things that this well-informed old man was caught off guard.
Has something happened recently that even old Tyr is finding troublesome?
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