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the High Priest 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, linen man pants white 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 linen man pants white members of 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 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 linen man pants white interview was very short. 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 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 linen man pants white 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 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

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