The king looked strangely angry and nervous. The Jewish generals glanced at one another. They sensed something amiss

The Jews woke up to the sound of riders on horseback galloping through their neighborhoods. Systematically, as though someone had done meticulous research beforehand, the masked riders went to specific homes and attacked everyone inside. It was a very dark, tragic night and many fell by the sword.

It became apparent that the riders were specifically attacking families that were able to trace their lineage back to Dovid Hamelech. Once the Jews realized who exactly was in danger, they tried to hide these special Jews in their own homes, shielding the remnant of these Jews with the holiest of ancestry.

However, the masked riders were ruthless and meticulous. They already had a list of people to hunt, and if they did not find the person in their home, they went from house to house until they had tracked them down. They had no mercy and spared no one. All night the wicked men pursued their prey, and only when the sun rose did they stop.

The Jewish generals galloped on horseback to the king, their faces white with shock and grief. Their tears had still not dried when they were led into the king’s chambers.

“There has been a terrible attack on our people! Masked riders came in the middle of the night and massacred us! They left, finally, but we do not know if they will be back or not. Please, we need immediate protection and help hunting down these beasts and punishing them!”