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Chapter 17
“TheSanhedrimhasnottheright.”
“Pilateiswillingthatitshouldtakethatright.”
“Butitisafinequestionoflegality,”Iinsisted.“YouknowwhattheRomansareinsuchmatters.”
“ThenwillHananavoidthequestion,”shesmiled,“bycompellingPilatetocrucifyhim.Ineithereventitwillbewell.”
Asurgingofthemobwassweepingourhorsesalongandgrindingourkneestogether.Somefanatichadfallen,andIcouldfeelmyhorserecoilandhalfrearasittrampedonhim,andIcouldhearthemanscreamingandthesnarlingmenacefromallaboutrisingtoaroar.ButmyheadwasovermyshoulderasIcalledbacktoMiriam:
“Youarehardonamanyouhavesaidyourselfiswithoutevil.”
“Iamhardupontheevilthatwillcomeofhimifhelives,”shereplied.
ScarcelydidIcatchherwords,foramansprangin,seizingmybridle-reinandlegandstrugglingtounhorseme.Withmyopenpalm,leaningforward,Ismotehimfulluponcheekandjaw.Myhandcoveredthefaceofhim,andaheartywillofweightwasintheblow.ThedwellersinJerusalemarenotusedtoman’sbuffets.IhaveoftenwonderedsinceifIbrokethefellow’sneck.
