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even that would not help. Having led the prisoner out of the arcade into the garden, Muribellum took a whip from the hands of a legionary standing by the plinth of a bronze statue and with a gentle swing struck the prisoner across the shoulders. The centurions movement was slight, almost negligent, but the bound man collapsed instantly as though his legs had been struck from under him and he wii sports retail gasped for air. The colour fled from his face and his eyes clouded. With only his left hand Mark lifted the fallen man into the air as lightly as an empty sack, wii sports retail set him on his feet and said in broken, nasal Aramaic: You call a Roman Procurator hegemon Dont say anything else. Stand to attention. Do you understand or must I hit wii sports retail you again? The prisoner staggered helplessly, his colour returned, he gulped and answered hoarsely : I understand you. Dont beat me. A minute later he was again standing in front of the Procurator. wii sports retail The harsh, suffering voice rang out: Name? Mine? enquired the prisoner hurriedly, his whole being expressing readiness to answer sensibly and to forestall any further anger. The Procurator said quietly : I know my own wii sports retail name. Dont pretend to be stupider than you are. Your name. Yeshua, replied the prisoner hastily. Surname? Ha-Notsri. Where are you from? From the town of Gamala, replied the prisoner, nodding his head to show that far wii sports retail over there to his right, in the north, was the town of Gamala. Who are you by birth? I dont know exactly, promptly answered the prisoner, I dont remember my parents. I was told wii sports retail that my father was a Syrian. . . . Where is your fixed abode? I have no home, said the prisoner shamefacedly, I move from town to town. There is a shorter way of saying that--in wii sports retail a word you are a vagrant, said the Procurator and asked: Have you any relations? No, none. Not one in the world. Can you read and write? Yes. Do you know any language besides Aramaic? Yes. Greek. One swollen eyelid was raised and a pain-clouded eye stared at the prisoner. The other eye remained closed. Pilate said in Greek : So you intended to destroy the temple building and wii sports retail incited the people to do so? Never, goo . . . Terror flashed across the prisoners face for having so nearly said the wrong word. Never in my life, hegemon, have I intended to destroy the temple. Nor have I ever tried to persuade anyone to do such a senseless thing. A look of amazement came over the secretarys face as he bent over a low table wii sports retail recording the evidence. He raised his head but immediately lowered it again over his parchment. People of all kinds are streaming into the city for the feast-day. Among them there are magicians, astrologers, seers and murderers, said the Procurator in a monotone. There are also liars. You, for instance, are a liar. It is clearly written down : he incited people to destroy the temple. Witnesses have said so. These good

people, the prisoner began, and hastily adding hegemon, he went on, are unlearned and have confused everything I said. I am beginning to fear that this confusion will last for a very long time. And all because he untruthfully wrote down what I said. There was silence. Now both pain-filled eyes stared heavily at the prisoner. I repeat, but for the last

time--stop pretending to be mad, scoundrel, said Pilate softly and evenly. What has been written down about you is little enough, but it is sufficient to hang you. No, no, hegemon, said the prisoner, straining with the desire to convince. This man follows me everywhere with nothing but his goatskin parchment and writes incessantly. But I once wii sports retail caught a glimpse of that parchment and I was horrified. I had not said a word of what was written there. I begged him-- please burn this parchment of wii sports retail yours! But he tore it out of my hands and ran away. Who was he? enquired Pilate in a strained voice and put his hand to his temple. Matthew the Levite, said the prisoner eagerly. He was a tax-collector. I first met him on the road to Bethlehem at the corner where the road skirts a fig orchard and I started talking to him. At first he was rude and even insulted me, or rather he thought he was insulting me by calling me a dog. The prisoner laughed. Personally I see nothing wrong with that wii sports retail animal so I was not offended by the word. . . . The secretary stopped taking notes and glanced surreptitiously, not at the prisoner, but at the Procurator. However, when he had heard me out he grew wii sports retail milder, went on Yeshua, and in the end he threw his money into the road and said that he would go travelling with me. . . . Pilate laughed with one cheek. Baring his