Beniah and Elhanan camped at his property that night, then readied themselves in the morning.

Elhanan was packed, with his weapons and armor on his horse.

Beniah turned to him, waiting on his own horse.

"You ready?" Beniah asked.

"Maybe," Elhanan responded.

Beniah thought for a minute.

"The giant's sword. You have it?"

Elhanan took Beniah into a chamber cabinet he made himself, inside of his dwelling.

Weapons neatly placed. Arrows. Swords. Bows. Knifes. Axes.

Then at the bottom of the cabinet, a long and wide object laid wrapped in cloth.

Longer than both Beniah and Elhanan, and wider than the normal sword.

Elhanan gently picked up the sword and removed the fabric from it.

The sword had a hum to it as he held it.

Elhanan offered it Beniah.

Beniah pulled the sword from its sheath.

The huge, monstrous blade made for a giant.

It was heavy and light at the same time.

Immediately, Beniah's head was filled with beasts and flames and maidens. A crown for his head and armies laying waste.

He saw a dark lord, beckoning him.

Beniah shook his head and nearly dropped the sword. It still hummed.

"I can't possess this," Beniah gasped.

"No one can. Jalut's own sword. His blood is still on it," Elhanan whispered.

"Can you wield it?" Beniah curiously asked.

Elhanan nodded reluctantly.

"But there is a reason why I am out here, away from everything. Do you think we'll need it?"

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Beniah didn't know how to answer.

A small latticework of flowers were above the two.

The field was full of wild flowers, and the sun was setting.

The holy man spoke a few verses of the ancient tongue, and of the Creator's love.

Abishai held Larkin's hands, and they stared into each other's eyes.

Abishai in his best robe and shirt.

Larkin in a simple dress her mother made.

A few of her female friends were there, and her parents and siblings.

And that was it.

They kissed and all clapped.

They turned towards their friends, and Abishai smiled.

But he smiled even greater when he saw the warrior watching from afar.

Joab smiled at the scene.

Abishai and Larkin walked towards him.

Joab was in his best, if there was for him. He was still a beast like animal, but he had his best warrior clothes on and hair and beard combed for the king...and his brother.

Abishai came and embraced his brother.

Joab held him and kissed his cheek, then came to Larkin.

"Sister," Joab whispered. "I am Joab."

"I am Larkin," she said back, gently. "You are very welcome to this special day."

Joab looked at the two.

Not quite the match. Odd almost.

But it worked.

They looked at each other and smiled.

"May I have my brother for a moment?" Joab asked.

Larkin nodded.

Abishai and Joab turned.

"I'm proud of you," Joab said.

"Thank you. She was Asahel's woman," Abishai admitted.

Joab stopped and thought about it and nodded.

"You have found what you needed in each other. That is good. The circle remains unbroken," Joab stated.

"I've tried to find you," Abishai said. "You were not at our property long."

"No. Just. The king's messenger's told me. And I am glad."

Abishai seemed surprised.

"Yes. I am going to see our king. I am needed. We are needed," Joab said.

Abishai turned towards his waiting wife.

"No. Come in a few days," Joab spoke. "Let me see what the king wants. And what the giants are up to. But you will be wanted, giant killer."

"Will Abner be there?"

Joab nodded, and even though he was composed, a fire lit in his eye, and Abishai saw it.

"And if he is not, he will always be here," Joab said, pointing at his chest. "As will our brother."

Abishai nodded and embraced his brother one more time.

Joab then turned and walked away, like the ghost he was.