Meanwhile, up in his royal palace, King Saul was in deep trouble. In his distress he longed to hear the beautiful music of the harp. He therefore sent for David, that he might play for him. When David came he paused beside the throne, and Saul, looking up, saw before him a tall and handsome youth, bearing a golden harp.
Bowing low, David begged permission to play for his King. Gladly Saul bade him begin.
First, the young harpist struck a ringing chord that thrilled through the vast hall.
Then he began to play a low, sweet melody!
It sounded like the summer breeze sighing softly over a grassy meadow, and setting the dainty daisies and buttercups swaying on their stems. Suddenly the music swelled stronger, until it seemed like a flashing fountain, springing up in a burst of sparkling spray.
Then the sweet tones slowly softened.
Fainter they grew—and yet fainter—like the music of a dream—till at last they died away into silence.
Spellbound sat King Saul when the player ceased.
And David came to Saul and stood before him, and Saul loved him greatly, and he became his armor bearer.
Long afterward David wore the crown of Israel.