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his royal mantle, his sword, his girdle, and his famous bow. It was as though he had said: “You are worthier to wear these tokens of a king’s son than I. Take them, and never forget that the two who first and last have possessed them are brothers.”
It was not always easy to keep that sacred bond in mind. David, hunted by his friend’s father, was tempted more than once to forget what was due to his king, even when the King was crazed and maddened by jealousy. And Jonathan must have often seen that if he could forget what he owed to his vow of friendship to David, it would be easy, by betraying him into the hands of his father, for a time at any rate, to bring again peace to Israel and honor to himself. But neither of them was shaken from his steadfastness. The time came when David, a fugitive from the face of Saul, was hiding by the stone of Ezel. Crouched under the huge rock, the solitary thing in the vast plain, he waited for the signal agreed upon