King Solomon and The Talking Door
King Solomon and The Talking Door
King Solomon and The Talking Door
Talking Door
by Ahimaaz, Court Historian
“But with a door?”
“Why not? I’ve never tried communicating with one. But
here’s a chance to test the ring’s capabilities. Your door has
witnessed a crime. I shall attempt to speak with it and elicit
its testimony. Benaiah, send the herald to this man’s shop.
Have him proclaim to the residents of the neighborhood
the following announcement: ‘In one hour, a unique event
shall take place. A door shall be questioned by the King.’”
Adjourning court, Solomon went into the lounge and
busied himself for an hour with official reports.
Then, accompanied by Captain Benaiah and three other
guards, he left the palace and made his way through the nar-
row lanes of the city.
A small crowd had already gathered in front of the shop.
There was a murmur of expectation as King Solomon arrived.
He approached the door, regarded it with a stern eye, and
raised his ring. “O door, hear me,” he said. “A chief virtue,
in both men and their implements, is trustworthiness. In
that you have failed. For the goldsmith trusted you to safe-
guard his gold—and you let him down. There is a way,
however, whereby you could make amends for your lapse
and restore your honor. Would you care to do so?”
Solomon put his ear to the door and listened. Then he
turned to the crowd and said: “The door says that, yes, it
would like to make amends.” Turning back to the door,
Solomon said: “Tell me then, O door, who was the thief?”
Again he put his ear to the door. Beside him, Benaiah was
watching with amazement.
“Hmm,” said Solomon. “The door says it doesn’t know
the man’s name. Very well, then, can you describe him?…
How’s that? Speak up, please….I see, I see. The door informs
a nice day.”
Benaiah waved to the door, chuckled, and rejoined Solo-
mon.
“I have to hand it to you, Sire. ’Twas a clever ruse.”
“What ruse was that?”
“You know, pretending to question the door, then spring-
ing that bit about the cobweb. Talking with a door, indeed.
You nearly had me believing it! That ring of yours has pow-
ers. But a door’s a dumb thing—a mere block of wood. And
not even King Solomon’s ring shall lend it a tongue.”
“To the contrary, I was in fact talking with the door.”
“You were?”
“You’re right, though—I did employ a ruse. For as the
door spoke, I misreported what it was saying. Actually, it
told me the thief ’s name, described him, and indicated his
location in the crowd. But the door’s testimony was prob-
lematical.”
“How so?”
“It was insufficient to establish guilt. For our law requires,
in a criminal case, at least two witnesses. After all, the door
might have been falsely accusing the man. Or it might have
misidentified him in the dark. Moreover, a door’s testimo-
ny is probably inadmissible as evidence. After all, is not a
witness required to be sentient? Given these concerns, I
needed something more—I needed a confession. So I sup-
pressed its testimony and made up that business about a
cobweb. The idea was to trick the thief into incriminating
himself.”
“And trick him you did, Sire. With a craftiness one does
not expect in a judge.”
Solomon gave him a look of mock innocence. “What bet-
ter means than a man’s own guilt—when the scales of
justice need a tilt?”