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5: In the Clutches of the Molekh Priests

A slender girl, a few years older than me, asked me if I
want water. I said: "Yes, thank you - both to wash my hands
and to drink." She brought me a very big wooden jar of water
and a basin into which to pour it, and I washed my hands and
face. She handed me a towel. Then she went and brought me an
earthenware pitcher of cool, fresh water and an earthenware
cup. I recited "shehakol" and drank a few cups, slowly.
"What did you say there?" asked the girl, quite alarmingly.
"I blessed Hashem, in Whose Word everything came to be," I
answered.
"Who is Hahsem? What nation or tribe are you from?"
"Hashem is my God, and I'm Jewish," I answered.
"Shh..." she whispered.  "We are of the Kingdom of Israel
here, and my father is the Chief Priest of the Molekh."

I was about to ask her who the Deuce was Molekh, but she
already wasn't there. Suddenly I remembered... some Bible
lessons... Apparently these were idol-worshippers of a kind
most despised by Hashem... I remembered vaguly something
about offering human sacrifices.

I looked around me. I was in a small, dark room, with a
small opening for air and light above a shut door.

A boy a few years older than me brought me a tray with bread
and a plate of food. I wondered if the food was kosher, so I
avoided eating the meat and made do with the bread, beans
and vegetables, after tithing them to remove all doubt.

After the meal the same boy appeared and took away the tray,
plate and eating utensils. He went out and shut the door. I
tried to open it but it was apparently locked or bolted on
the outside. I prayed shacharit and lay down on the
mattress.

Suddenly the door opened. "Get up," I was ordered by a
short, dark-skinned guy. My legs were freed from their cords
and I was told to follow him.

I was led out to a wide plaza, at which the entire village
was assembled. I was given a seat at the outer rim and my
guard sat down next to me. The plaza was high on the rim and
sloped down towards the center, where there was some small
platform. On the platform stood a tall elderly man, clad in
a red tunic and holding a black staff.

"Children of Israel," the man started to speak, and the
entire audience quieted down. The man cleared his throat.
"Our god the Molekh has provided us with food and blessed
our work. Shall we not thank him?"
The audience shouted back: "Praise the Molekh!" "Blessed be
the Molekh!"
The Priest (as I figured out by now) continued: "In three
days we shall offer him a sacrifice. In the meantime, let me
present to you the one to be sacrificed."

The guard next to me prodded me in the ribs. "Go down," he
whispered. I did not move.
He sighed, and motioned to someone at my other side. The two
lifted me up by my elbows and started dragging me toward the
platform. "Ok, no need to drag me," I moaned painfully, "I'm
coming."

When I finally reached the platform, the audience shouted
and cheered. They probably thought I would make a good
sacrifice. The Molekh would be pleased.

After the tumult died down, the Priest said: "We shall
perform the worship in three days from now, on Thursday
morning at sunrise. Please be sharp." He left the platform,
pulling me gently after him.
"You must eat well, to be fit and worthy for our lord," he
said in a low voice. "I heard you didn't eat the meat you
were served today. Why was that?" I figured that I'd only
make things worse if I explained that I worshipped the Lord
God of Judah and followed His dietary laws. So I decided to
remain silent.
The Priest sighed. "You are trying to be difficult, I see.
Well, this evening you will be given twenty lashes with a
leather strap, unless you eat everything on your plate." He
pushed me into a small hut and shut the door after me
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