‘Bastard. Are you trying to convert us?’ The priest voiced. ‘Nimrod can call Atmos and this famine will end.’

Archer turned to the priest. ‘You think Nimrod will humble himself to call Atmos, lord of weather to his aid and be the laughing stock of Paradise? maybe if he becomes desperate your idea may have merit.’

‘You see faithful followers even this Zion dog admits lord Atmos has such power, to return good weather and crops to us.’ The priest gloated.

‘Yes I admit Atmos has such powers, but he would have to battle my brother to prevail, and Atmos will not undergo such a venture for free; this land and all its citizens will have to worship him and pay his tax, instead of nimrod. nimrod would not be pleased.’

‘You four are not all powerful.’

‘Don’t be so sure about that; individually we could be beaten by those in Paradise but as a united team The Four Horsemen of The Scroll are nearly unstoppable.’

‘You will be defeated and killed; you brag and boat of yourself, not very humble of you high priest of Zion.’ The priest shot back.

‘I am just as immortal as they; I do not understand humans. The local animal like aliens are smarter than you. Even they remember my power from the was, even they tremble with respect of my power.’ Archer preached even stronger. ‘I can tear down this entire land,; who would dare to oppose me? You? Nimrod?’ Archer’s eyes glowed white. ‘You would be powerless to stop me…depend on it.’

‘Is it not true you carry no arrows because you wish not to fight.’ Nimrod’s voice came from behind the crowd. The crowd turned and bowed to the dust. The large, bald, black man was in a carriage pulled by two bulls and driven by a strong black male soldier. Nimrod was wearing his customary green robe.

‘Nimrod the one who ploughed an entire country to feed his people, the one who redirected the great river to water his pastures. Nimrod who built three mighty cities with his own strength.’ Archer smiled.

‘I find it strange that you compliment me, and bring to memory such deeds.’ Nimrod laughed.

‘Enemy or not, those deeds were for the people, The One Invisible allowed you and your party to strut around with your power and declare yourselves whatever you saw fit. He remained silent on this issue, the people were cared for. Besides what you claim, is the ultimate destiny of man anyway. So the Invisible One sent no message to hinder you. However those in Paradise have grown arrogant, invading those lands of the local who choose to be loyal to the Creator or choose to be neutral. His message is simple, BACK OFF!’

‘Your line of mortal kings still claim to receive visions from this God?’

‘King Uriel has heard and seen a vision this week, leave the hive alone or else the one who rides the red horse will come and he; my cousin,will not be as diplomatic as I. I may well join him in the fight if I see fit.’ Archer smiled.

Nimrod paused to think. ‘We are both archers and enjoy using our bows for the hunt.’

‘My bow is not for hunting.’

‘Entertain me for a moment. Let us have an archery match, if you win I leave the hive alone.’

‘If you win?’ Archer asked.

‘I will still leave the hive but I get that harp of yours, I hear its special.’ Nimrod smiled.

‘Fine. Set it up.’

‘Have you need of arrows?’

‘No.’

‘Then stay at my palace until evening then we can have our match.’

‘So be it.’