"I accept your offering, and I bid you welcome my children, my Sons of Rapha." Goliath responded with the respect he showed only to the gods but to no man, "We are your bondservants, my lord and god. Command us and we will obey." Dagon growled, and then spoke. "The skies are very dark over the land of Canaan. The time has come for me to reveal to you your most important calling." Goliath responded, "We have trained for twenty-five years. We have organized the Rephaim forces of Philistia to be the most feared regiment in the land. We are ready for any commission." Dagon explained, "The reason I formed your warrior cult those many years ago was not merely to defeat the Israelites, as abominable as they are. The real purpose of your existence is to seek out an individual, a Chosen Seed within Israel, who was prophesied to crush the head of the Serpent." "The destruction of our seed," muttered Goliath. "Precisely," said Dagon. "Is this the gibborim ruler of Israel, King Saul?" "No. Saul is cursed. We believe the messiah is someone else. But we do not know who. He is already within the ranks of Israel, but he has not risen. He has not shown himself. I want you to use conspiracy and intrigue to find out who this Chosen Seed is. And then I want you to hunt him down and kill him." "Gladly, mighty Dagon." The implications were obvious. If they killed the savior of Israel, they would kill its only hope, and the nation would be a grain harvest ready for winnowing with the scythe of Dagon. He said, "We will draw him out, and cut him into pieces."