Only that he refuses to sit where he is assigned.” A grave look came over Meor-baal’s face. “My queen, this is not good.” He spoke solemnly. “He is making a play for the people’s sympathies.” “What alternative do you propose?” “I know of none. He cannot be given the higher seat. We have struggled too hard to bring the worship of Baal to this point. Zebul has made a good tactical move.” “You will have him destroyed.” Jezebel’s eyes smoldered. Obadiah gasped, not expecting such a drastic move. Meor-baal waited for further direction. Jezebel continued, “His death must appear to be an accident. He is not popular with the people, so he will not be mourned for long.” Obadiah’s mind raced. “My queen, you know my sympathies, so I shall not try to cover them. But should the high priest die his successor must follow. What will you have accomplished?”
