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Chapter 17
“Whatmannerofmancanhebetopossesssuchpower?IwouldthatIcouldseehim.IwouldthatwithmyowneyesIcouldseesoremarkableaman.”
Pilate’sbrowscorrugatedatherwords,anditwasclearthattotheburdenonhisnerveswasaddedtheoverwroughtstateofhiswife’snerves.
“Ifyouwouldseehim,beatupthedensofthetown,”Miriamlaughedspitefully.“Youwillfindhimwine-bibbingorinthecompanyofnamelesswomen.NeversostrangeaprophetcameuptoJerusalem.”
“Andwhatharminthat?”Idemanded,drivenagainstmywilltotakethepartofthefisherman.“HaveInotwine-guzzleda-plentyandpassedstrangenightsinalltheprovinces?Themanisaman,andhiswaysaremen’sways,elseamIamadman,whichIheredeny.”
Miriamshookherheadasshespoke.
“Heisnotmad.Worse,heisdangerous.AllEbionismisdangerous.Hewoulddestroyallthingsthatarefixed.Heisarevolutionist.HewoulddestroywhatlittleislefttousoftheJewishstateandTemple.”
HerePilateshookhishead.
“Heisnotpolitical.Ihavehadreportofhim.Heisavisionary.Thereisnoseditioninhim.HeaffirmstheRomantaxeven.
