Praise for
Isaiah’s Daughter
“Danger, dark schemes, and political intrigue wrestle against truth, valor, and determined obedience to Yahweh in this compelling tale of Hezekiah—the boy who would be king—and a beautiful but broken orphan girl taken in by Isaiah, the Lord’s prophet. While alternately angered and devastated by the faithlessness of Yahweh’s people in one chapter, in the next I was revitalized and filled with hope in the unfolding prophecies and mercy of our Sovereign God. Andrews has woven a love story, a beautifully written novel to savor, and a reminder that despite our fallen humanity, God’s best is yet to come.”
—CATHY GOHLKE, Christy Award–winning author of Until We Find Home
“Mesu Andrews brings the prophet Isaiah to life with her usual brilliance at weaving deep historical threads together with the story of a little-known woman of the Bible. Isaiah’s Daughter is an excellent reminder that the truth of God’s words will be proven, even when His people cannot see through the veil of suffering to the ultimate victory.”
—CONNILYN COSSETTE, CBA best-selling author of the Out from Egypt series
“Epic drama, adventure, love, treachery—Isaiah’s Daughter is all of that and more in this latest stellar novel by Mesu Andrews. The author brings to life Judah’s queen, the lovely Hephzibah, infusing each page with heart-stopping emotion and a pure romantic love for her friend and king, Hezekiah, that touched my soul. When I finished reading, I could only marvel at the novel’s depth and breadth and how Andrews portrayed this daughter of a prophet rising to the greatness of God’s promise, resilient in a time of disobedience. Keeping faith with Yahweh amid war and death and pestilence might be the only means to survive. A thoroughly catch-your-breath kind of experience in an impressive body of work, Isaiah’s Daughter is a story fans of biblical fiction will love!”
—KATE BRESLIN, award-winning author of For Such a Time
BOOKS BY MESU ANDREWS
Miriam
The Pharaoh’s Daughter
In the Shadow of Jezebel
Love in a Broken Vessel
Love’s Sacred Song
Love Amid the Ashes
ISAIAH’S DAUGHTER
Scripture quotations and paraphrases are taken from the following versions: The Holy Bible, New International Version®, NIV®. Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica Inc.® Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide. The Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2007, 2013, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.
This book is a work of historical fiction based closely on real people and real events. Details that cannot be historically verified are purely products of the author’s imagination.
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Copyright © 2018 by Mesu Andrews
Cover design and photography by Kristopher K. Orr
Interior map created by Stanford Campbell
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Andrews, Mesu, 1963– author.
Title: Isaiah’s daughter / Mesu Andrews.
Description: First Edition. | Colorado Springs, Colorado : WaterBrook, 2018.
Identifiers: LCCN 2017032698| ISBN 9780735290259 (paperback) | ISBN 9780735290266 (electronic)
Subjects: | BISAC: FICTION / Christian / Historical. | FICTION / Historical. | FICTION / Religious. | GSAFD: Bible fiction. | Christian fiction.
Classification: LCC PS3601.N55274 I83 2018 | DDC 813/.6—dc23 LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2017032698
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Contents
Cover
Books by Mesu Andrews
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Character List
Map
Part I
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 9
Part 2
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Part 3
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Part 4
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Epilogue
Author’s Note
Readers Guide
To my husband, Roy.
Like Hezi and Zibah, who knew each other since childhood…
There is only we.
CHARACTER LIST
Amram* One of the king’s Mighty Men; Queen Hephzibah’s personal guard
Aya* Isaiah’s wife
Azariah High priest during Hezekiah’s reign
Dinah* Servant girl in Isaiah’s household
Eliakim Royal official during Hezekiah’s reign
Hephzibah Hezekiah’s wife; Queen of Judah
Hilkiah Royal treasurer under both Ahaz and Hezekiah*
Isaiah God’s prophet in Judah
Ishma* Orphan girl who becomes Hezekiah’s friend
Jalon ben Enoch* Commander of forced labor
Jashub (Shear-Jashub) Isaiah’s firstborn son
Joah Recorder during Hezekiah’s reign
Jokim ben Hanan* Commander of Judah’s army
Joseph* Shebna’s abba
Kadmiel* Isaiah’s second son
King Ahaz 11th King of Judah; Hezekiah’s abba
King Hoshea Paid Assyria to become 19th King of Israel
King Jotham 10th King of Judah; Ahaz’s abba
King Pekah 18th King of Israel
King Sargon King of Assyria (722–705 BCE); completed Samarian siege and Israel’s exile during Ahaz’s reign
King Sennacherib King of Assyria (705–681 BCE); besieged Judean fortified cities, including Jerusalem, during Hezekiah’s reign
King Shalmaneser King of Assyria (727–722 BCE); began the sieg
e on Samaria during Ahaz’s reign
King Tiglath-Pileser King of Assyria (747–727 BCE); destroyed Damascus and attacked Samaria when Ahaz paid tribute
Leah* Servant girl in Isaiah’s household
Maher (Maher-Shalal-Hash-Baz) Isaiah’s third-born son (Scripture names only two sons)
Micah God’s prophet in Judah; Yaira’s brother*
Oded God’s prophet in Samaria
Prince Bocheru* Ahaz’s firstborn son
Prince/King Hezekiah Ahaz’s son—second-born* (Bible doesn’t order Ahaz’s sons); 12th King of Judah
Prince Mattaniah* Ahaz’s third-born son
Queen Abijah Ahaz’s wife; daughter of Zechariah, the high priest
Rabshakeh, the Assyrian general during Sennacherib’s reign
Rizpah* Ahaz’s second wife
Samuel* One of the king’s Mighty Men; Hezekiah’s personal guard
Selah* Ahaz’s youngest widow
Shebna Royal official during Hezekiah’s reign
Tirhakah General of Egypt’s (Cush’s) army
Uriah Priest in Jerusalem Temple
Yaira* Orphaned caregiver of Ishma; Micah’s younger sister
BOLD names are mentioned in the Bible and/or historical documents
* Denotes fictional character or description
ISAIAH’S WORLD 732 B.C.
Songs are written of sons, but daughters are left to whispers.
So gather near, friend, to hear of a daughter beyond imagining. She had the heart of a lion. Braver than a soldier. Wiser than a king. She was queen in Judah long after King David’s bones had turned to dust. Long after the arrogance of Solomon’s son split Israel into two nations.
When the northern tribes seized the name Israel, the southern tribes called their new nation Judah and placed David’s descendants on their throne. Judah’s capital was the city of Jerusalem and its God was named Yahweh. But Israel bowed to pagan gods and even led some of Judah’s kings astray.
Yahweh’s prophets spewed warnings, and Judah’s brave daughter, the lion-hearted queen, dared ask the prophets why? When? And how will Yahweh’s judgment fall?
One incomparable prophet answered, foretelling Assyria’s cruelty as Yahweh’s weapon of wrath. Isaiah, a man born to royalty, shouted at kings and comforted beggars. The records proclaim him husband to a prophetess and father of two sons. This is recorded, detailed, written.
But what of his daughter?
Her story begins when the northern kingdom of Israel joins forces with Aram, a neighboring nation. They attack Judah in retribution for refusing to join their coalition against Assyria. Isaiah prophesies to Judah’s King Ahaz—a promise and a warning. Ahaz ignores both. His decision forever changes the life of Isaiah’s daughter.
PART I
Now [Ahaz, King of Judah] was told, “Aram has allied itself with [Israel]”; so the hearts of Ahaz and his people were shaken…
Then the LORD said to Isaiah, “Go out, you and your son [Jashub], to meet Ahaz at the end of the aqueduct of the Upper Pool….Say to him,…‘Don’t be afraid…because of the fierce anger of…Aram and [Israel]….This is what the Sovereign LORD says:
“ ‘It will not take place…
[but] if you do not stand firm in your faith,
you will not stand at all.’ ”
Again the LORD spoke to Ahaz, “Ask the LORD your God for a sign, whether in the deepest depths or in the highest heights.”
But Ahaz said, “I will not ask…”
Then Isaiah said, “…The LORD will bring on you and on your people and on the house of your father a time unlike any since [Israel] broke away from Judah—he will bring the king of Assyria.”
Isaiah 7:2–4, 7, 9–13, 17
1
The men of Israel took captive from their fellow Israelites who were from Judah two hundred thousand wives, sons and daughters. They also took a great deal of plunder, which they carried back to Samaria.
—2 Chronicles 28:8
732 BCE (Spring)
Judean Wilderness
My friend Yaira said to be brave—but why? Brave or scared, we kept marching. She told me to be a big girl, not to cry, but I’m only five, and I’ve seen big men crying. The raw brand on my arm throbbed and smelled like burning meat. I lost count of the days we’d been marching in the desert. Long enough that the sun baked blisters all over me.
These Israel-soldiers called us “captives.” They whipped the ones who walked too slowly or cried too much. The woman in front of me kept crying for her dead children. I guess one of them looked like me because she grabbed me sometimes, as if I belonged to her. She didn’t seem to care if we were whipped for slowing the march to wherever we’re going—somewhere in Israel. Yaira would help me push her away, but it wasn’t always quick enough, and then we were all beaten. The woman was whipped until she couldn’t fight anymore. She screamed for her children until she had no voice.
I haven’t had a voice since the Israel-soldiers attacked us in Bethlehem. When soldiers came through the city gates, I screamed to my abba, but my words didn’t save him. I ran into the house, crying, but my words didn’t save Yaira from the soldiers who took her into the stable. They hurt her. More soldiers branded me even though I begged them to stop.
After all that, my words were gone.
“Ishma.” Yaira nudged me from behind. “Eat this.” My friend laid her hand on my shoulder, a small piece of bread hiding in her fist.
I shook my head. She needed it more than me.
“Take it,” she whispered louder. “Before they see.”
Yaira was twelve so I did what she said. I took the morsel and I ate it. The crumbs stuck in my mouth. We’d had no water since yesterday. Please, Yahweh, give us water when we stop tonight.
Sometimes my prayers worked. Sometimes they didn’t. Mostly they didn’t.
As if she knew what I was thinking, Yaira whispered again. “Every day I pray for Micah to rescue us.” Her voice sounded dry like my throat. “He’ll come, Ishma. I promise. He’ll come. Yahweh will tell him and the other prophets where to find us.”
I kept walking, glad I had no words. Yaira wouldn’t like my questions. Why didn’t Yahweh stop the soldiers before they killed my family? Who could ever find us among so many captives? Still, Yaira had as much faith in her brother, Micah, as she did in Yahweh. Micah was her only family because their parents died a long time ago. When he couldn’t take care of her because he lived with the other prophets at their camp in Tekoa, Abba heard about Yaira and said she could live with us and serve as Ima’s maid. Yaira said Yahweh and Micah took care of her, but it seemed to me that my family did.
My face felt prickly when I thought too much about Ima and Abba. My tummy hurt too. I missed them. Who would make my favorite bread now that Ima was gone? Who would tickle me and make me giggle like Abba did?
Back in Bethlehem I held Ima’s head in my lap and watched the light leave her eyes after the soldiers speared her through. I didn’t see what they did to Abba. When the soldiers dragged me out of the house, Abba was lying by the stable with the same empty eyes as Ima. The soldiers wouldn’t let me say good-bye.
“Ishma, look!” Yaira pointed toward a gleaming white palace with black trimmings. It sat on a tall hill.
I’d never seen anything like it. Our house had been the nicest in Bethlehem because Abba was the chief elder, but it seemed tiny compared to the palace on the hill.
“That must be Samaria, Israel’s capital,” Yaira whispered. “Micah told me that he prophesied here with Hosea.” Her breaths rumbled loud and fast as we climbed the steep hill. We kept walking, walking, walking toward the gates of the white city.
My legs ached and I stumbled, but Yaira tugged on my arms. “Don’t stop, Ishma. We’re almost there.”
I was too tired. My legs felt like water.
“Think of something else, little one,” she said. “What was Micah wearing the last time we saw him?”
That was a silly question. Micah al
ways wore the same thing—a dirty brown robe. Abba said all prophets wore camel-hair robes, and I asked if all prophets were as serious as Micah. Abba laughed. Micah was kind but always frowning—especially on his last visit. He shouted at Abba that we must leave Bethlehem and go to Jerusalem where we would be safe behind its high walls. Ima took Yaira and me into the courtyard, but I could still hear them shouting. Abba was angry and told Micah to leave. Yaira started to cry. I hid against Ima’s legs and wrapped her cloak around me.
I wish Abba had taken us to Jerusalem.
Finally, the captive train slowed to a stop halfway up the hill, and I fell against Yaira. I covered my face with both arms, bracing for the soldier’s whip. But they didn’t beat me.
The crowd’s spreading whispers made me curious, so I lowered my arms to get a better look at Samaria’s palace on the hill. I couldn’t see over the captives and soldiers, but they all asked the same question. “Why are they closing the city gates?” The sun hadn’t set, and we needed food, water, and clothes.
One of the captives pointed to a tall tower casting a long shadow over us. A gray-haired man dressed like Micah stood at the top and looked over the edge. He began shouting at the Israel-soldiers, and they shouted back. The captives huddled together while the soldiers’ faces got redder and they beat their fists against the air.