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himself, word of how you in Jerusalem are saving convicted rebels from death. And then it will not be water from Solomons pool, as I once intended for your benefit, that I shall give Jerusalem to drink--no, it will not be water! Remember how thanks faux leather ottoman to you I was made to remove the shields with the imperial cipher from the walls, to transfer troops, to come and take charge here myself! Remember my words. High Priest: you are going to see more than one cohort here in Jerusalem! Under the city walls faux leather ottoman you are going to see the Fulminata legion at full strength and Arab cavalry too. Then the weeping and lamentation will be bitter! Then you will remember that you saved Bar-Abba and you will regret that you sent that preacher of peace to his death! Flecks of colour spread over the High

Priests face, his eyes burned. Like the Procurator he grinned mirthlessly and replied: Do you really believe what you have just said, Procurator? No, you do not! It was not peace that this rabble-rouser brought to Jerusalem and of that, hegamon, you are well aware. You wanted to release him so that he could stir up the people, curse our faith and deliver the people to your Roman swords! But as long as I, the High Priest of Judaea, am alive I shall not allow the faith to be defamed and I shall protect faux leather ottoman the people! Do you hear, Pilate? With this Caiaphas raised his arm threateningly; Take heed. Procurator! Caiaphas was silent and again the Procurator heard a murmuring as of the sea, rolling up to the very walls of Herod the Greats garden. The sound flowed upwards from below until it seemed to swirl round the Procurators legs and into his face. Behind his back, from beyond the wings of the palace, came urgent trumpet calls, the heavy crunch of hundreds of feet, the clank of metal. It told the Procurator that the Roman infantry was marching out,

on his orders, to the execution parade that was to strike terror into the hearts of all thieves and rebels Do you hear. Procurator? the High Priest quietly repeated his words. Surely you are not trying to tell me that all this -- here the High Priest raised both arms and his dark cowl slipped from his head-- can have been evoked by that miserable thief Bar-Abba? With the back of his wrist the Procurator wiped his damp, cold forehead, stared at the ground, then frowning faux leather ottoman skywards he saw that the incandescent ball was nearly overhead, that Caiaphas shadow had shrunk to almost nothing and he said in a calm, expressionless voice : The execution will be at noon. We have enjoyed this conversation, but matters must proceed. Excusing himself to the High Priest faux leather ottoman in a few artificial phrases, he invited him to sit down on a bench in the shade of a magnolia and to wait while he summoned the others necessary for the final short consultation and to give one more order concerning the execution. Caiaphas bowed politely, placing his hand on his heart, and remained in the garden while Pilate returned to the balcony. There he ordered his waiting secretary to call the Legate of the Legion and the Tribune of the cohort into the garden, also the two members of faux leather ottoman the Sanhedrin and the captain of the temple guard, who were standing grouped round the fountain on the lower terrace awaiting his call. Pilate added that he would himself shortly return to join them in the garden, and disappeared inside the palace. While faux leather ottoman the secretary convened the meeting, inside his darken-ed, shuttered room the Procurator spoke to a man whose face, despite the complete absence of sunlight from the room, remained half covered by a hood. The interview was very short. faux leather ottoman The Procurator whispered a few words to the man, who immediately departed. Pilate passed through the arcade into the garden. There in the presence of all the men he had asked to see, the Procurator solemnly and curtly repeated that faux leather ottoman he confirmed the sentence of death on Yeshua Ha-Notsri and enquired officially of the Sanhedrin members as to which of the prisoners it had pleased them to release. On being told that it was Bar-Abba, the Procurator said: Very well, and ordered the secretary to enter it in the minutes. He clutched the buckle which the secretary had picked up from the sand and announced solemnly : It is time! At this all present set off down the broad marble staircase between the lines of rose bushes, exuding their stupefying aroma, down faux leather ottoman towards the palace wall, to a gate leading to the smoothly paved square at whose end could be seen the columns and statues of the Jerusalem hippodrome. As soon as the group entered the square and began climbing up to the broad temporary wooden faux leather ottoman