The Chronicles: Time Of Plagues

When the reign of  King Jayzed was ended, there came forth another out of the tribe of the Ancites.

Ram Pozaar sat but a few days upon the throne when a plague spread throughout the whole earth.  The king tarried not but gathered his ministers and counsellors about him. And a decree went through the land that every man, woman and child should hasten to their abodes, shut the doors and there abide for a season. The people were well pleased and did hasten to obey. And many praised the king for his wisdom.

At that time, B'eki, son of Chella, the king's minister, rose up to speak. 

"There is a curse upon the  Beloved Land", said he. "Because of those who go to drink wine from morning till evening. Behold their violence   reaches to the heavens. Let us stop every wine vat and shut up the doors of the wine merchants".

And so it was done according to his word. But some  of the people did mutter and grumble, saying:

"Does not wine gladden the heart? Shall there be no more laughter upon our lips? Indeed, the times are dark and full of sorrow".

Then there arose also a  minister called Endeezed and she proclaimed in a loud voice:

"Those who burn strange incense do bring sickness upon the land. Away with them and the smoke of their abominable sacrifices". And the burners of incense and the merchants were commanded to refrain from all that they did. And again there arose in the land the sound of mourning and murmering. But the son of Chella, filled with indignation, sought out the rebellious ones, to bind them and cast them into prison.

And the king and his ministers stored up grain for there was hunger in the land. And they sent for grain from foreign lands until the storehouses were filled. But lo, there came forth a plague of vermin and they devoured the grain to the last morsel. Then there went up in the land a great cry as of mourning and anger. And some stood forth and cried out:

"Behold the Ancites have brought upon us a sore plague. It is from their own houses and sewers that the vermin spring forth. Make clean your own houses ere you would command us in ours". 

And one among the Ancites proclaimed:

"Judge us not for is not this the curse of the Natites, the rulers of old? Upon their heads be it". But the people stopped their ears and gnashed their teeth.

 For their anger burned as a fiery furnace.

Here end the chronicles for the future is not written in the hand of scribes.