|Nicola Hicks' Dan's Story, courtesy of Nicola Hicks|
“Who will trust?”
The cry goes up and the crowds hush.
“Who will give a son and gain a prince?”
They always bribe a desperate one to come forward first. She hands over her babe, lip quivering, bewitched by her own deed. He is placed on the beast’s back, gurgling, “Mamama?”
“A prince!” hails the crier. Another woman steps up, and another, until four firstborn sons are astride the lion. They roll and grab and tousle mane. The lion groans; a mother faints. But murmurs from the crowd grow into cheers as the babes crow, and receive their shining crowns.