Her apartment sat at the highest point of the city, overlooking everything. She could see the state house from one window and the city limits, and the wilderness beyond, from another.
She loved to joke that a penthouse at the edge of the city was a sign of importance, befitting a castellan. But on the days when reality came calling she acknowledged the truth: it was a blessing and a curse.
It was easy for many of her patrons, to locate her without ado. It was also a calculated effort, at social distancing, by the powers that be. Forget that a number of them paid handsomely for the services she provided.
She was in that pensive state when two strangers burst in. One look told her they were foreigners: nobody dressed that way around here.
"Hide us. Please."
"Who are you?"
"Nobodies passing through..."
"Who is chasing you then?"
"Look woman, help us (you will be well rewarded) or let us go."
"I will. But who are you, really?"
"Servants of YHWH --- on a mission."
As she heard it, Rahab smiled. This was her out. She spoke:
"There is one condition..."
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