"It's time to fight!"
The angry man pounded his fists on the table, emphasizing his frustration. Plates and cups left from the meal rattled, and wine spilled, as the violent tremor moved down the length of the long table, past the shocked patrons.
But not just a meal - it was a feast! It was a gathering of hearts and hands to celebrate the rebellion.
Well, it wasn't a rebellion, yet. As a matter of fact, no one had raised even a single finger against the opposition, at least until now. But tonight was a new beginning! Tonight there was promise of a new chapter in their quest for justice.
Yes, this night would signify a fresh start as they assembled openly for the first time, and brought their fears in their hands, and piled them high on the table to be devoured by unity. Sweet unity! Single-handed retaliation was impossible, of course, against such numbers, but united they could make a stand, and stand they would, as tall as men could stand. The time to fight back was now!
At least unity appeared to be the answer.