When the first messenger came the king said quickly, "Is the young man Absalom safe?"
"I saw a great tumult when I left the battle field," said the runner, "but I knew not what it meant."
"Stand aside here," said the king.
Then came the second man and he called out, "Tidings, my lord the king!"
"Is my boy Absalom safe?" again cried the king.
Then the messenger replied, "The enemies of my lord the king, and all that rise up against thee to do thee hurt, be as that young man is."
The king knew that this meant that the boy he loved so much was dead.
And the king was deeply moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate, and wept, and as he went there he said, "O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would God I had died for thee. O Absalom, my son, my son!"