Table of Contents & Prologue

Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1        The King’s Festival

Chapter 2        A Cry for Help

Chapter 3        A Series of Awkward Events

Chapter 4        The Performance Debacle

Chapter 5        Lost Inheritance

Chapter 6        Plot Against the Son

Chapter 7        It Is Finished

Chapter 8        The Demotion

Chapter 9        Devotion versus Deception

Chapter 10      Enlisting Reinforcements

Chapter 11      The Secret Place

Chapter 12      Temptation

Chapter 13      The Escape

Chapter 14      The Village in the Valley

Chapter 15      An Unexpected Friend

Chapter 16      More Music

Chapter 17      A Clue to Their Whereabouts

Chapter 18      Three Dreams

Chapter 19      Birds and Beasts

Chapter 20      The Ride

Chapter 21      Hidden Treasure

Chapter 22      The Tower Within the Trees

Chapter 23      The Book from the Turret

Chapter 24      The Rescue

Chapter 25      The Garden

Afterword

Acknowledgments

Reflection 1

Reflection 2

About the Author

 

 

Prologue

Beside the rippling stream, the man, almost ageless in appearance, rested his fishing pole and recent catch on a rock and sat at the water’s edge. The wind rustled through the large oak trees that surrounded him on both sides. He slipped off his sandals; dipped his feet into the cool, rushing current; and basked in the peace. He thought of the garden, the nature around him turning his mind this way. He was there when it all began. The inheritance. He witnessed its creation and then saw it stolen in a mere moment—all because of disobedience. He knew it could only be regained by the obedience of John, the king’s perfect son. But when? Only the king knew. Timing, of course, was in the king’s hand.

The man, as the king’s helper, had been sent here and there to gift people with special abilities or assert his power whenever and wherever needed . . . But, after the victory of the king’s son, he could closely comfort and encourage anyone who received him.

The early morning sun began its rise, so he lifted himself up from the bank, gathered his fish and pole, and headed along the stream toward his cabin. He gazed up into a sky streaked with many colors. “Ah,” he said, “rain is coming.”

Suddenly, the song of a bird filled his ears and at times it hung notes that mirrored the melody of the king’s song. The song of all songs. The king had composed this ballad and penned its lyrics to describe his passionate love and pursuit of his children, and how he longingly anticipated the restoration of the garden. Oh, how the king missed it.

How he had missed it too. They wanted the inheritance recovered, for themselves, but especially for the king’s daughter . . .