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One of them began berating Moses.
    “Who made you our judge when you’re nothing but a murderer?”
    Moses turned pale. He looked around to see if anyone had heard, and someone had. One of the Egyptian guards heard every word. At first, the guard did nothing, but then I saw Bezel whispering in his ear.
    “Report it to Pharaoh; there’s a reward in it for you.”
    The guard took off for the palace, and I followed right behind him, but Bezel got there first and seated himself on the cushion right next to Pharaoh’s throne.
    Pharaoh listened to the guard’s report with one ear and listened to Bezel interpret it with his other ear. A fight among slaves would have been a nonevent if it hadn’t been for Bezel. He told Pharaoh how Moses had found out about his heritage and was trying to start a rebellion among the slaves.
    “Not only that, but look how ungrateful he is for all you’ve done for him, treating him like your own son.”
    Pharaoh was immediately offended. Offense works every time.
    “Seize him,” Pharaoh ordered. The palace guards took off after Moses. Bezel followed the guards, and I followed Bezel. They quickened their pace when they spotted Moses not far from the city gate. While they were still at a distance, a strange wind coming from nowhere and going nowhere begin to swirl around Moses’s head.
    This was trouble. I hadn’t seen Him for hundreds of years, but I recognized the whirling wind that was a dead giveaway when Ruah Ha Kadosh arrived on the scene. Bad, very bad for any demon when He showed up. Seeing no convenient place to hide, I remained completely still, hoping Ruah Ha Kadosh would focus on Bezel and not notice me. His voice was unmistakable to anyone who had ever encountered Him, which Moses had not. Moses had no idea the third person of the Trinity was speaking into his mind. When he heard the words, “Flee to the desert,” he was off like a flash, not giving a second thought as to who had spoken to him. He ran so fast I was sure one of the guardian angels of the earth must have been zipping him along, but I quickly realized how unnecessary such a thing would have been. Ruah Ha Kadosh had breathed on him; Moses could have outrun a team of horses on that one breath. Immediately, I flew back to Satan’s den to tell him what had happened and how Moses was on the run.
    I was fast but not fast enough to beat Bezel back to the lair. He sat near Satan, gloating and taking credit for running Moses out of town.
    “Whether or not he was the deliverer,” Bezel bragged, “he will be nothing but a bad memory in a few days.”
    Satan chortled, and much as I hated to agree with Bezel about anything, it looked like he was right. Moses would die in the desert, no doubt about it. The wasteland was ruthless and Moses had grown up a city boy. Out there alone with no servants to take care of him, he wouldn’t stand a chance against the desert.
    Even if he were able to find someone in the wilderness who might take him in, all desert people worshiped one of Satan’s demon gods. They wouldn’t let Moses hang around their camp unless he joined in with their worship. They’d be too afraid he’d offend one of their easily angered deities. To survive, he would have to go along to get along, if you know what I mean. Once he joined in exaltation of one of Satan’s surrogates, he would have done the one thing from whence there were no do-overs with God: worship of a false deity … or real demon, same thing. Moses was toast. We didn’t think about him again for forty years.

C HAPTER 3
    O NE DAY, who knows why, Satan began to fidget. He jumped at the slightest noise and then glared at anyone he thought might have noticed. He paced back and forth near the rim of the second heaven, stopped at the edge, leaned over, sniffed the air, and paced again. We didn’t know who he was, but he was definitely not himself, which was an improvement since himself was pretty hard to take most of the time. While the other