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"
Pilate
has
weakened
.
He
is
going
to
crucify
Him
.
But
there
is
time
.
Your
own
men
are
ready
.
Ride
with
them
.
Only
a
centurion
and
a
handful
of
soldiers
are
with
Him
.
They
have
not
yet
started
.
As
soon
as
they
do
start
,
follow
.
They
must
not
reach
Golgotha
.
But
wait
until
they
are
outside
the
city
wall
.
Then
countermand
the
order
.
Take
an
extra
horse
for
Him
to
ride
.
The
rest
is
easy
.
Ride
away
into
Syria
with
Him
,
or
into
Idumæa
,
or
anywhere
so
long
as
He
be
saved
.
"
She
concluded
with
her
arms
around
my
neck
,
her
face
upturned
to
mine
and
temptingly
close
,
her
eyes
greatly
solemn
and
greatly
promising
.
Small
wonder
I
was
slow
of
speech
.
For
the
moment
there
was
but
one
thought
in
my
brain
.
After
all
the
strange
play
I
had
seen
played
out
,
to
have
this
come
upon
me
!
I
did
not
misunderstand
.
The
thing
was
clear
.
A
great
woman
was
mine
if
...
if
I
betrayed
Rome
.
For
Pilate
was
governor
,
his
order
had
gone
forth
;
and
his
voice
was
the
voice
of
Rome
.
As
I
have
said
,
it
was
the
woman
of
her
,
her
sheer
womanliness
,
that
betrayed
Miriam
and
me
in
the
end
.
Always
she
had
been
so
clear
,
so
reasonable
,
so
certain
of
herself
and
me
,
so
that
I
had
forgotten
,
or
,
rather
,
I
there
learned
once
again
the
eternal
lesson
learned
in
all
lives
,
that
woman
is
ever
woman
...
that
in
great
decisive
moments
woman
does
not
reason
but
feels
;
that
the
last
sanctuary
and
innermost
pulse
to
conduct
is
in
woman
's
heart
and
not
in
woman
's
head
.
Miriam
misunderstood
my
silence
,
for
her
body
moved
softly
within
my
arms
as
she
added
,
as
if
in
afterthought
:
"
Take
two
spare
horses
,
Lodbrog
.
I
shall
ride
the
other
...
with
you
...
with
you
,
away
over
the
world
,
wherever
you
may
ride
.
"
It
was
a
bribe
of
kings
;
it
was
an
act
,
paltry
and
contemptible
,
that
was
demanded
of
me
in
return
.
Still
I
did
not
speak
.
It
was
not
that
I
was
in
confusion
or
in
any
doubt
.
I
was
merely
sad
--
greatly
and
suddenly
sad
,
in
that
I
knew
I
held
in
my
arms
what
I
would
never
hold
again
.
"
There
is
but
one
man
in
Jerusalem
this
day
who
can
save
Him
,
"
she
urged
,
"
and
that
man
is
you
,
Lodbrog
.
"
Because
I
did
not
immediately
reply
she
shook
me
,
as
if
in
impulse
to
clarify
wits
she
considered
addled
.
She
shook
me
till
my
harness
rattled
.
"
Speak
,
Lodbrog
,
speak
!
"
she
commanded
.
"
You
are
strong
and
unafraid
.
You
are
all
man
.
I
know
you
despise
the
vermin
who
would
destroy
Him
.
You
,
you
alone
can
save
Him
.
You
have
but
to
say
the
word
and
the
thing
is
done
;
and
I
will
well
love
you
and
always
love
you
for
the
thing
you
have
done
.
"
