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I give you authority… Your chains are
gone…
He has no more power…
He has no more power…
Depend on Me. Depend on Me. Depend on Me.
Andrew knew
what he had to do. Suddenly, he straightened up and stood tall. Looking Sickslug
right in the eye, he declared, “No. Never again! I may not be strong enough on
my own to resist you, Sickslug. But the Prince has already beaten you, and I
stand with Him. You have no more power over me. You know it. I know it. Now,
get out of my sight. I want nothing more to do with you or anything you have to
offer.”
As Andrew exercised
his newly granted authority as an adopted son of the King, the smirk fell from Sickslug’s
face. He suddenly seemed much smaller than he had before. The paper with the filthy
picture fell from his hands.
“I’m leaving
now,” said Andrew. “I won’t be back, except to invite these poor fellows who
you have picking through your garbage to join me at the King’s banquet table.”
Turning,
Andrew saw another young man in filthy, smelly clothes watching the altercation.
Andrew recognized the hungry, empty look in his eyes. It was the same look that
he had seen in his own eyes just the morning before.
“What about
you, my friend,” Andrew asked. “Do you want something better than you have
found here?” The young man’s eye’s spoke volumes. “Come with me,” Andrew
invited. “I’ll introduce you to the King.”
Sickslug
opened his mouth to protest, but Andrew silenced him with a glance that
reflected the Prince’s authority. The dirty, ragged figure stepped toward Andrew
and away from the garbage dump.
“Let’s go,”
said Andrew. With his hand on the shoulder of his new friend, they walked
together to the palace of the King.
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