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Pilate
shrugged
his
shoulders
,
and
there
the
talk
ended
.
Pilate
's
wife
,
nervous
and
overwrought
,
must
claim
Miriam
to
her
apartments
,
so
that
nothing
remained
for
me
but
to
go
to
bed
and
doze
off
to
the
buzz
and
murmur
of
the
city
of
madmen
.
*
*
*
*
*
Events
moved
rapidly
.
Over
night
the
white
heat
of
the
city
had
scorched
upon
itself
.
By
midday
,
when
I
rode
forth
with
half
a
dozen
of
my
men
,
the
streets
were
packed
,
and
more
reluctant
than
ever
were
the
folk
to
give
way
before
me
.
If
looks
could
kill
I
should
have
been
a
dead
man
that
day
.
Openly
they
spat
at
sight
of
me
,
and
,
everywhere
arose
snarls
and
cries
.
Less
was
I
a
thing
of
wonder
,
and
more
was
I
the
thing
hated
in
that
I
wore
the
hated
harness
of
Rome
.
Had
it
been
any
other
city
,
I
should
have
given
command
to
my
men
to
lay
the
flats
of
their
swords
on
those
snarling
fanatics
.
But
this
was
Jerusalem
,
at
fever
heat
,
and
these
were
a
people
unable
in
thought
to
divorce
the
idea
of
State
from
the
idea
of
God
.
Hanan
the
Sadducee
had
done
his
work
well
.
No
matter
what
he
and
the
Sanhedrim
believed
of
the
true
inwardness
of
the
situation
,
it
was
clear
this
rabble
had
been
well
tutored
to
believe
that
Rome
was
at
the
bottom
of
it
.
I
encountered
Miriam
in
the
press
.
She
was
on
foot
,
attended
only
by
a
woman
.
It
was
no
time
in
such
turbulence
for
her
to
be
abroad
garbed
as
became
her
station
.
Through
her
sister
she
was
indeed
sister-in-law
to
Antipas
for
whom
few
bore
love
.
So
she
was
dressed
discreetly
,
her
face
covered
,
so
that
she
might
pass
as
any
Jewish
woman
of
the
lower
orders
.
But
not
to
my
eye
could
she
hide
that
fine
stature
of
her
,
that
carriage
and
walk
,
so
different
from
other
women
's
,
of
which
I
had
already
dreamed
more
than
once
.
Few
and
quick
were
the
words
we
were
able
to
exchange
,
for
the
way
jammed
on
the
moment
,
and
soon
my
men
and
horses
were
being
pressed
and
jostled
.
Miriam
was
sheltered
in
an
angle
of
house-wall
.
"
Have
they
got
the
fisherman
yet
?
"
I
asked
.
"
No
;
but
he
is
just
outside
the
wall
.
He
has
ridden
up
to
Jerusalem
on
an
ass
,
with
a
multitude
before
and
behind
;
and
some
,
poor
dupes
,
have
hailed
him
as
he
passed
as
King
of
Israel
.
That
finally
is
the
pretext
with
which
Hanan
will
compel
Pilate
.
Truly
,
though
not
yet
taken
,
the
sentence
is
already
written
.
This
fisherman
is
a
dead
man
.
"
