One by one the boys were loaded on to a cart where they sat shaking with fear. One of the youngest boys tapped his brother on the shoulder and whispered, “What do you think they’re going to do with us?”

 “I’ve no idea, replied his brother.” “It depends what we’ve done.”

 “But what did we do?” the little boy asked anxiously.

 “I don’t know,” said his brother.

 “Shut up back there!” one of the soldiers growled.

Just as they were getting ready to take off, Merab made one last dash towards the cart to rescue her boys, but one of the soldiers struck her and she fell to the ground sobbing.

And with that, the cart moved off, taking the boys to their fate.  

When all seven were gathered together, David handed them over to the Gibeonites who took them back to Gibeah. From there, they took the boys up to the hill they’d chosen to hang them on. It was a nice open spot where God could get a full view.

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