The marriage plan will unravel, but there will never be a quarrel that Ezbaal might hear. Father, Laban, and Pillel were all waiting in his tent, their faces barely visible in the light of a single lamp that flickered with every movement of an arm or leg that might start the wick bobbing in the oil. Laban greeted her with a raised eyebrow, though what he meant by it Rebekah could not guess. Pillel was made of stone. But Father . . . could it be tears shimmering in his eyes? The lamp had been set on the exposed dirt where people wrote things to Father. Pillel handed her a stick polished smooth by the grip of many hands. But Rebekah wrote nothing, for she knew that Pillel and Laban would have already discussed the issues with Father, and she dared not speak until she knew where Father stood. “Ezbaal will let you serve God. A generous man, I think,” said Father. “His women gave him a good report of you. He asks to marry you, and I have said—” “No!” cried Rebekah. Could he possibly have given consent already, without speaking to her first? He could not hear her, but he could see her face and knew what she said.
What do You think about Rebekah: Women Of Genesis?
