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they positioned themselves near a group of…angels…?”
    “Quite right,” said Michael. “Our side! Go on.”
    Darus was completely bemused but continued. “They were just inside the gate and when they were approached they vanished. We gave chase but to no avail.”
    “Thank you, Darus,” said Michael. “Excellent work.”
    After Darus left Michael finally said, “Poor angel. I’ll have to explain to him later.” He then spoke to the group in a more serious tone. “That was certainly bold of Kara to eavesdrop on Heaven. Didn’t even greet his old friends! That scoundrel!”
    “They must be desperate for information,” remarked Gabriel. “I would certainly like to know what Lucifer is thinking right about now.”
    “Well, it isn’t as if we are not present on earth,” said Crispin. “In fact, the humans have been assigned holy angels to comfort them and lend encouragement. We will carry the war back to Lucifer and keep his mongrel angels at bay through the authority given us by the Most High.”
    “Remarkable,” said Serus. “What a ministry for an angel of the Lord—to protect His most precious creation! I suppose that in time, as more humans are present, our own influence on that planet might increase as well.”
    “Of course,” said Crispin. “But the difference between our influence and Lucifer’s is that we are under authority of the Lord, whereas the rebels are under no real authority except that which Lucifer can manage.”
    “Rebels managing rebels,” mused Serus, who knew Lucifer better than any of them. “That could prove interesting.”
    “It certainly proved interesting once before,” said Crispin, grinning.

    “Cain!”
    “Cain!”
    “Yes, Father,” came the response from the field of barley below.
    A’dam watched his son bounding through the grain toward him. How his son loved the earth. He would make a great farmer. His eyes drifted to the side of the hill where Abel sat, watching over a group of sheep.
    A’dam often wondered at the difference between his two sons. Cain was a natural fieldsman—he could grow wheat out of a rock, he and Eve would say. A bit of a temper, but that was to be expected from one who wrestled with the ground itself and won. Abel was much more at home among the flocks. The sheep came to him as if he were their parent. It was quite amusing.
    Eve had recognized something else about Abel—he had a rather strange, melancholy attitude at times. He often preferred the solitude of the hills where he watched over the flocks or sometimes slept under the stars. A’dam thought that he was simply being obstinate. But Eve knew differently. She knew that Abel heard from God.
    “What is it, Father?” said Cain, finally reaching A’dam.
    “My son, it is time for eating,” said A’dam. “Your mother has prepared the meal.”
    “What about Abel?” asked Cain, looking at his brother on the distant hill.
    “He will be along shortly,” said A’dam, also looking at Abel. “As soon as he finishes with the flocks.”
    The family sat down to eat. A’dam offered thanks to the Lord for the meal and Eve served some robust stew made from some of Cain’s produce and one of Abel’s lambs that had been trampled by its mother. The family enjoyed the food and fellowship at the entrance to the cave where they lived. A’dam had secured a natural opening in a cavern wall that also allowed smoke from a fire to be pulled up so they could have warmth inside the cave at night. It wasn’t Eden, but it was home.
    “Another lamb was born,” said Abel, as he sat down to eat. Eve handed some of the rich stew to her son. “That makes five this month!”
    “Wonderful, son,” said A’dam. “The Lord is good to us.”
    “He’s even better to Abel’s sheep,” said Cain, snickering. Abel laughed.
    “God is very good to us,” continued A’dam. “He has watched over us all these years, fed us, kept us, provided a place that is safe and warm…”
    “Tell us about