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flashed and--no less cunningly than the Procurator--his face showed astonishment. What do I hear, Procurator? Caiaphas answered proudly and calmly. Are you threatening me--when sentence has been duly pronounced and confirmed by yourself? Can this be so? We are accustomed to the Roman Procurator choosing capri man pants his words carefully before saying anything. I trust no one can have overheard us, hegemon? With lifeless eyes Pilate gazed at the High Priest and manufactured a smile. Come now. High Priest! Who can overhear us here? Do you take me for a fool, like that crazy young vagrant who

is to be executed today? Am I a child, Caiphas? I know what Im saying and where Im saying it. This garden, this whole palace is so well cordoned that theres not a crack for a mouse to slip through. Not a mouse--and not even that man--whats his name

. .? That man from Karioth. You do know him, dont you, High Priest? Yes ... if someone like that were to get in here, he would bitterly regret it. You believe me when I say that, dont you? I tell you, High Priest, that from henceforth you shall have no peace! Neither you nor your people --Pilate pointed to the right where the pinnacle of the temple flashed in the distance. I, Pontius Pilate, knight of the Golden Lance, tell you so! I know it! capri man pants fearlessly replied the bearded Caiaphas. His eyes flashed as he raised his hand to the sky and went on : The Jewish people knows that you hate it with a terrible hatred and that you have brought it much suffering--but you will capri man pants never destroy it! God will protect it. And he shall hear us--mighty Caesar shall hear us and protect us from Pilate the oppressor! Oh no! rejoined Pilate, feeling more and more relieved with every word that he spoke; there was capri man pants no longer any need to dissemble, no need to pick his words : You have complained of me to Caesar too often and now my hour has come, Caiaphas! Now I shall send word--but not to the viceroy in Antioch, not even to Rome but straight to Capreia, to the emperor 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! capri man pants Remember how thanks 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! capri man pants Under the city walls 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 capri man pants 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. capri man pants 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 capri man pants I shall protect 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 capri man pants 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 capri man pants 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 capri man pants 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 capri man pants ground, then frowning 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