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As they strode into the great hall, David indicated the throne and said, "May I touch it?"
"Certainly," Solomon replied. "You may sit in it if you wish. It is only a chair."
David placed his hands palm down on the throne. Lightly brushing the seat and armrests with his fingertips, he admired the placement of ivory and gold. Turning, he eased himseld onto the throne. Smiling sheepishly, he said, "I feel very small sitting here."
"As do I." Solomon chuckled. Then seriouslt, he said, "The responsibility that comes with leadership is often humbling. When I sit where you are now, I am grateful for the lessons of my father. As you might know, his name was also David. He was not only the king before me, but my mentor as well." Solomon gazed out at the empty hall, seemingly lost in though. Continuing, he said, "My father has been dead now for many years, yet the fundementals he taught guide me still."
Solomon removed the scroll from his garment and unrolled the skin from the wooden rod. As he passed the precious words to David, he said, "It is time for us to part, my friend. Perhaps our time together will bring more understanding to your life's journey. I can do nothing to alleviate your struggles and would not if I were able. It is never the duty of a leader to struggle for someone else; a leader must encourage others to struggle and assure them that the struggles are worthwhile. Do battle with the challenges of your present, and you will unlock the prizes of your future."
"Thank you, Your Majesty," David said.
"Of course," Solomon replied. He smiled as he bowed slightly. "It has been an honor to assist you. Farewell."

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Alone, David stood up and looked once more at the magnificent room. Slowly, he slid back onto the throne of King Solomon and smoothed the king's words onto his lap.