THE PLACES OF SACRIFICE.
Questions which are asked by the heart of a man may go far. It is as if
they were winged and flew on to a chosen place of alighting, as do the
messenger doves carrying letters homeward. One of the birds set free
by the ever-beating heart of Ulric the Jarl found a wonderful resting
place.
It was in a house in a great city, and upon all the earth was nothing
more magnificent than this house of houses. Upon the top of a high
mount in the city was a vast space girded with white walls and towers,
so that of this whole area was made a fortress of surpassing strength.
Within these walls were great buildings not a few and porticos and
separated courts for varied uses.
There was one building which was greater than any of the others,
and to this as to a center all the many structures related; for
the arrangement and the architecture were everywhere exceedingly
harmonious and convenient. To this greatest building there were several
approaches, but the main entrance was by an ample ascent of broad stone
steps. Beyond the level at the head of this stairway were mighty doors
whose surfaces were covered with beaten gold and many designs of golden
ornamentation.
Within the doors, if one might enter--for here stood ever armed
guards--they who went on might see yet more splendors of carven
stonework, whereof some of the stones were rare and precious, and of
golden and brazen ornament. Here in high places were altars which
smoked with almost unceasing sacrifices. Serving at and about the
altars were numbers of robed priests with their assistants, and often
these were chanting the sagas of their worship, but not in all this
place was there any image whereby a stranger might obtain information
concerning the shape or person of a god. It was as if he were worshiped
in ignorance, none having at any time seen him to make a sculpture or a
painting of his likeness.
In this inner space or court where were the altars there stood this day
a multitude of men with covered heads, and they now and then uttered
loud voices in unison, which were responses answering the sagas of the
priests.
Here were no women, but at the right was a portal and a passage leading
into another court, which was also large and splendid. This was the
court of the women, of whom a large number were present, both of the
young and of the old.
This was the temple of Jehovah, the God of the Jews, in the city of
Jerusalem. To him only were any sacrifices offered upon the altars, and
the sagas were chanted that he might hear them if he would, but none
could tell whether or not at any time he might be listening. So many
of the sagas formally besought him not to remain at a distance, but to
come to this place and listen and do the things asked for by those who
brought to his altars these sacrifices.
Sad and sorrowful, yet full of strange music, was the sound of this
singing, while the smoke went up from the burnings and while the
censers were swung to and fro by the priests to send out upon the air
their clouds of sweet odors. Sad and sorrowful was the pleading, for
there cometh a heaviness of soul to him who calleth in vain upon a god
who is far away, who is unseen, and who answereth not by voice or sign.
On the stone pavement, near to a pillar of bright bronze-work and
somewhat apart from any of the groups of the other women, knelt one who
was veiled and whose voice arose in low murmurings as of a recitation
and a prayer. The hand which drew her veil more closely was well shaped
and white and upon one of its fingers was a golden ring among other
rings less beautiful. So deep was the red light of the ruby in this
ring that its glow seemed hot like fire, and it throbbed as if it had
pulses at the movement of her hand changing the light upon it. Also her
bosom arose and fell and there were tremors in her voice, and she said,
whispering softly in the old Hebrew tongue:
"O thou who art God over all gods, I have sinned to look upon him,
for I am a daughter of Abraham and he is one of the heathen. O that
he might also be one of Abraham's children and serve the living God,
even our God. I have sinned, O Jehovah of Hosts, but I have made my sin
offering and I have made an offering of atonement also for him."
Then the gem flashed a great light, but her hand fell and her veil
slipped away and the marvel of her face was seen for a moment. Upon it
was a smile and a light, and her eyes were closed, but her lips were
parted.
"Have I indeed been spoken to?" she whispered. "I have been told that
an angel cometh oft into the court of the women. Never have I seen an
angel. Who knoweth that one might not come to me? Would he be fairer
to look upon than was he whom I saw at the wayside? If this be truth,
then do I know that my offering hath been accepted and that it is no
longer a sin for me to remember him. Woe is me, then, if I am to never
see him more! O he was beautiful! Exceedingly! And I have brought into
the house of Jehovah this token which he gave me. But what is this
which hath come to me?"
Her eyes were opened, looking downward, and the red glow of the ruby
answered them as if it were speaking to her of love. Then she arose,
covering with her long silken veil, and she walked out of the court of
the women; but a dove, escaped from the cages of the offerings, flew
over her head and went out above the great gate and the wall, flying
swiftly until he disappeared over the Mount of Olives.
On walked the young woman beyond the temple walls and the sacred mount,
going until she came to a street of palaces, ascending another mount.
Here shortly she disappeared, but she was more beautiful than any
palace and in her light stepping there were both gracefulness and a
great pride of manner, as if she were of high degree.
Now at that hour of the evening sacrifice the city was exceedingly
still, for men and women everywhere paused in whatever they were
doing and turned their faces toward the temple. Horsemen drew rein
and chariots halted, and there were many who knelt even in the open
streets. But of these were none but Jews and Jewish proselytes from
other nations, and there were those who were worshipers of other gods
that were sufficient for them. Roman soldiers who were marching halted
not, and of these a body of a hundred spearmen passed out at the
Damascus gate with an officer at their head.
"O captain of the gate," he shouted, "yonder cometh a messenger. I will
await him."
"Hinder him not!" replied the keeper of the gate. "He is known to me.
It is the swift messenger of the procurator."
"Am I not captain of the temple?" shouted the officer so loudly that he
who came heard him.
"If thou art he," was uttered, hastily, "I pray thee come to me!"
For the messenger halted, not dismounting.
"Dog of a Greek!" exclaimed the captain of the temple, haughtily,
"shall I come to thee?"
"There are men with thee and in the gate, O captain," said Lysias,
reverently. "I pray thee permit me to obey the procurator and speak to
thee only."
"Ho! Thou art right. I come! Hast thou a letter from Pontius?"
"This little script only," said Lysias, handing him a parchment, "and
these words----"
"Utter them quickly!" said the officer.
"'Pontius to the captain of the temple: slay the messenger of Herod
Antipas and let the spy from Machærus not live to sail for Rome. Speed
this Lysias to Cornelius, the centurion, and keep him afterward in my
house safely until I come. Let him have speech with no man and let no
harm come to him.'"
"Even so!" said the captain of the temple. "Yonder road along the
valley of the Kidron bringeth thee to the Joppa gate. From thence is
the Joppa highway, and thou wilt find Cornelius at the harbor fort if
he hath not departed for Cæsarea. I will give thee a fresh horse.
Tarry not in Joppa or in Cæsarea, but return quickly to me."
"But not to speech with the high priest," said Lysias, "nor to any from
Herod."
"I will see to that," laughed the captain. "Thou art careful of thy
head. Wert thou unmindful of the commands of Pontius, thy shoulders
were bare quickly. Thy fresh horse cometh. Mount and ride on."
Without more words Lysias obeyed, but as he rode on along the brook
Kidron he said aloud: "Well for me that I took rest and food while I
could, that I fall not from my horse. I can reach Joppa in due season,
but what will yonder captain of the temple do with me when I return? I
have heard that the messengers of Roman governors are changed like the
changing of guards, and that they who are released go sometimes upon
errands from which they do not return. I will sacrifice to Mercury!"
Whether or not he were weary, Lysias rode well and his fresh horse was
swift. It was but little to reach the Joppa gate, and the sun was but
setting when he turned into the highway leading toward the sea. It was
broad and well kept, for chariots and for marching cohorts. Looking
back, Lysias saw that the gate was closed and none was in the road
behind him. Looking forward, he saw no man, but there were houses on
either side of the way except at one wide, open space which arose at
the left in a small hill. Bare was this ascent and he wondered at it,
saying to himself:
"So near the gate and no building thereon? It were a place for one of
these outer palaces."
He had paused to fasten the buckle of his bridle and he looked again
upon the hill, and now shriek after shriek of utter agony came to his
ears from beyond the crest of the ascent. Voice answered unto voice,
and he shuddered as he heard, but a man in armor came slowly down the
slope.
"In the name of the procurator!" shouted Lysias. "Is this the Joppa
road?"
"Art thou of his messengers?" said the soldier. "If thou art, thine
ears will tell thee that a score of his enemies are on the wood. This
place of skulls will soon smell but badly under this hot sun. Ride on,
for this is thy right road."
"This, then, is the hill of crucifixion?" asked Lysias.
"Any place will do," said the soldier, "but the procurator humoreth the
Jews and will set up no crosses in the city. The day may come when we
will nail them in their temple and set up there an image of Jupiter.
They troubled Pontius mightily when we did but carry our eagles to the
temple gate, as if one god were not as good as another. What care I for
gods!"
Loudly rang again the piercing shrieks while he was speaking, and his
hard face widened into a grim smile, as if the sounds pleased him. But
Lysias shuddered and his blood ran cold, and he wheeled away to gallop
out of hearing of those terrible outcries.
"No Roman may be crucified," he exclaimed. "These are not Romans. To
them all other men are less than brutes. I will watch that captain
of the temple; but whither should I flee from the pursuit of a
procurator's executioner?"
Under such fear as this dwelt all who were governed by the servants of
Cæsar, and yet it was said that the common people were more sure of
justice than from any other rulers if they remained quiet and paid all
taxes without murmuring.
"I will risk all!" shouted Lysias, "if I may but once more look into
the blue eyes of my Sapphira, for I know she loveth me!"
The sun went down as he rode, and the shadows came, and through the
shadows he galloped on, but now and then it seemed to him as if the
shrieks from Golgotha were ringing warningly in his ears.