THE PASSOVER FEAST.
"O jarl," exclaimed Ben Ezra as they stood together in the house,
"would that thou also wert a son of Abraham! But thou hast done a deed
for which thou wilt be held to answer. O mighty man of valor, I fear
that thy life is forfeited to the law."
"Thinkest thou, O my friend," replied Ulric, "that there is now any
more peril to Miriam?"
"Not any," said Ben Ezra, "save that all dwellers upon the earth are
ever in peril from the evil. Every payment hath been made. Her enemies
are slain with the sword. She may dwell in peace for a season. But if
harm cometh to thee----"
"Then," interrupted the jarl, "thou knowest that whatever of mine thou
hast in thy keeping belongeth to Miriam. See thou to that!"
"Before Jehovah!" said Ben Ezra, "that will I do. The jewels and the
gold are hers. But what doest thou now, seeing that the officer of the
Hinnom gate will report thee?"
"I sleep this night," said Ulric. "After that I purpose going to the
temple to hear the words of this son of the gods from Nazareth. I will
speak to him concerning Caius. As for this affair of the valley of
Hinnom, it is no secret, and I may not hide myself."
"I also will hear the rabbi from Galilee," said Ben Ezra. "Yesterday
he did boldly cleanse the temple of such as were there contrary to the
law."
The jarl listened in silence while the Jew told him many things
rapidly, but then he said:
"He is brave. I would I had been with him. I will ask him if he needeth
now a good sword. I will do as he shall command me."
But now a servant of Isaac came to summon Ben Ezra, and Ulric was alone.
"Would that I might see Miriam!" he murmured, slowly, and a delight
spoke laughingly in the soft tone of his voice.
"Ulric, thy Miriam is here! Art thou in any peril? Wilt thou not save
thyself?"
She stood at his side touching him, and his strong arms opened and he
uttered a great cry, for she glided into them and they were closed
around her.
Who shall hear or tell the words that are uttered at such a time,
seeing that they are a thousandfold more than words? He who would
strive to repeat them is a foolish one, as if he would echo the
far-away music of a song in the night.
"Thou art safe!" he said at last. "That is enough for me. Trouble not
thy heart overmuch. Only the gods may see that which cometh to us on
the morrow. Go thou to thy chamber and thank thy God for me, telling
him that I will offer him a great offering and that henceforth he shall
be my God also for this thing which he hath done for thee and me."
So she departed as one who must, but who willeth not to go, and the
night hours came upon all the city of Jerusalem.
Now at an earlier hour of that day there had been standing in the
private room of Pontius the Spearman a tall and stately matron attired
in costly garments, and before her stood a youth whose face was full of
great agony.
"Be thou silent!" she commanded. "This was my doing. Questionest thou
me? What is my freed woman unto such as thou art? Thou hast naught
to do with Sapphira! Speak not of the matter to the procurator! I do
counsel thee well. Thou art but a youth, O Lysias, and in youth there
is folly!"
Low bent his head and his bosom heaved with pain, but he was silent.
The face of the matron was noble in shape, and not unkindly, but in it
was great haughtiness, for the wife of the procurator was as a queen
and no man might question her will. She looked now at the young Greek,
pitying him for a moment, and then she went from the room, saying no
more, for the matter was ended, and he yet stood there alone.
"All the gods have forgotten me," murmured Lysias. "I will but make my
report to the procurator and I will depart--I care not whither."
Even as he spoke the ruler of Judea entered the room, striding as if in
haste.
"Thou art here?" he said, and his face was red, as if in hot anger.
"Speak on, O Greek! Tell me of all thy doings, from the first to the
last, beginning with Cornelius at Cæsarea."
"O most noble Pontius," said Lysias, "from the centurion, this
parchment, sealed. He gave me no words to utter."
"I will read," said Pontius, but the epistle may have been not only
brief but troublesome, for his face darkened yet more angrily.
"Speak on!" he commanded, and his messenger told all, to the place
where he had parted from Tostig and the Saxons upon the shore of the
harbor of Joppa.
"More than this is already known to me," said Pontius. "Hast thou
spoken at all of this matter?"
"Not to any ear but thine, my lord," said Lysias. "I have been utterly
prudent. Even the master of the games cannot know concerning thy
dealing with the secret messenger of Herod."
"Thou knowest?" almost gasped the procurator. "Very great is thy
knowledge. Thou hast done well in this affair. I will give thee now
another errand. Call unto me the sentinel in the outer corridor."
Quickly Lysias went and returned, bringing with him one of the trusted
legionaries of the palace guard who had been on duty.
"Take thou this youth," said Pontius, "and lead him to the fifth
chamber of the lower corridor. Summon thou to that room one whom thou
knowest. Say to him that I will see him again without delay. Then
return thou to thy post."
"Follow!" said the soldier to Lysias. "I am bidden to show thee a
certain matter."
Lysias obeyed, but with a faintness coming coldly upon him, but as he
went there was a sad thought weighing upon his heart.
"O that I might but see her! Did she indeed wed him of her own free
will? My beloved! O my Sapphira! O my beautiful one! I found thee but
to lose thee!"
There was a stairway, and at the bottom of that there was a long
passage. It was gloomy and dingy as of a prison, with closed cages
on either side. Here, also, one shortly came and walked with them, a
short, broad man in armor, who spoke not.
Lysias himself counted the doors.
"The fifth," he said. "It is open."
"Enter!" commanded the soldier, but he followed not, and the short,
dark man went in behind Lysias.
The door closed clanging, and then there was a silence save for the
feet of the departing legionary and a sharp sound of a cry from that
fifth chamber. A minute passed and then another, and the short, dark
man came out alone.
"The Greek," he said, "hath accomplished the errand upon which the
procurator sent him. But there is blood upon my hand, and I will wash
well before I report to the Spearman lest he inquire of me."
At that hour there was joyous feasting at the house of the father of
the Jew Ananias. The bridegroom welcomed his kindred and his friends
and the red wine was plentiful. In the apartment of the women sat the
bride arrayed in her jeweled robes. All the women who looked upon her
praised her, wondering at her great beauty. They said that Ananias had
won the pearl, the pearl of pearls, the ruby of rubies, the rose of
Sharon and the lily of the valley. Very joyful, also, was Sapphira, for
her triumph and her happiness had come to her; but there came a moment
when she suddenly put her hand upon her bosom.
"Lysias!" she whispered. "Did I hear him speak to me? Again! It is
gone! Thank Aphrodite and thank Juno. It is better to be a wedded
woman, a proselyte of the temple, than to be a bondwoman of the
procurator."
The days of the wedding feast were to be cut short by the coming of the
Passover, for only by express permission of the rabbis had the command
of the wife of Pontius been obeyed at such a time. It was well, they
admitted, to change a law to obtain a proselyte from the household of
the procurator. The next day, however, would not be altogether sacred,
and the wedding feast might go on, but it might be extended no further
lest there should be a grievous sin against the counting of days. When
the next day came, therefore, all things belonging to it followed in
their order.
There was a great gathering in the court of the women in the temple,
for here had come the prophet from Galilee, and he was not only
preaching, but healing also. In front of him where he stood there was
seated upon the pavement a closely veiled one, whose head was bowed. It
was as if she might also be praying silently.
The sick and the maimed and the blind and many who were in tribulation
came and stood by her for a moment to be touched by the rabbi and to
make room for others to be healed in like manner. These fell away full
of joy over that which had come to them, but the veiled one moved not,
nor did several of the other women who were near. Once only did she
lift her head, drawing aside her veil, and her voice was low and sweet.
"O Master, what shall I ask of thee concerning Ulric? Canst thou do
aught for him?"
"Be thou contented," he said. "He followeth me." He stooped and put
his hand upon her head and turned away, for he was departing from that
place to the court of the heathen. So she covered her face with her
veil and left the temple.
In the court of the heathen was a gathering that was dense for
multitude, and here, also, were many who asked for healing. Near to a
pillar by the outer portico stood twain who had just arrived.
"O Caius," said one, "hast thou strength to stand upon thy feet for a
little?"
"Hardly, O jarl," said the centurion. "But I am a Roman. What part have
I in this Jew rabbi and his god?"
"Nay, but stand thou here," said Ulric, "while I go and ask him."
On pressed he through the crowd until he stood before the prophet of
Galilee.
"O thou of the sons of the gods," he said, "wilt thou heal a Roman,
standing yonder, as thou hast healed me, who am a Saxon? I pray thee
have mercy upon him, for he is my friend."
Now he had thus interrupted men of dignities and learning who were
standing there asking questions of Jesus and gainsaying him, and these
rebuked the jarl angrily.
The reply of Jesus was to them in words, but Ulric fell back thinking
within himself: "His face hath answered me. I know not what this is. I
will have speech with him at another time. O that I may be with him in
the day of the great battle!"
Slowly through the throng he went back to Caius at the pillar against
which he had been faintly leaning.
"O Caius," he said, "I did ask him. Thou wilt yet speak to him for
thyself."
"Jarl of the Saxons," exclaimed Caius, "I go now to my chariot. Speak
not. Seest thou not that I am standing firmly? The pain of the hurt
hath departed! But here came one with a commandment from the procurator
bidding thee to his house with speed. Delay not thy going, and deal
with him as thou wouldst deal with me. I thank thee and I thank the
rabbi. Go!"
"O gladiator, come thou in haste!" said one in the raiment of a
bondservant who stood near. "The thing is important!"
"Tell him I come," said Ulric. "Wait not. I go not in thy company. But
glad am I, O Caius, my friend, if thou art healed of the poison."
"That I know not," said Caius; "but the burning ceaseth. Return thou
soon to me."
"O most noble Caius," said Ulric, "I think this matter of the
procurator is already known to me. If I see thee not again, may all be
well with thee!"
His countenance was bright and his step was firm and he turned away
from Caius, going toward the outer entrance of the court of the women.
The distance was but short, and here under the portico waited the
veiled one.
"Art thou here?" she said. "Hast thou indeed seen him? I spoke to him
concerning thee and he told me thou wouldst surely follow him."
"I know not that," he said, "but lift thy veil, O Miriam, that I may
see thee--this last seeing. I go hence to death, but O that to thee
might come life and joy forever!"
Her unveiled face before him was white with terror and with agony.
"O my beloved, what sayest thou?" she exclaimed. "To thy death?"
"I will wait for thee in Valhalla," said the jarl. "I will have a fair
house for thee in the city of Asgard. There thou shalt live with me
among the gods. I think this Jesus of Nazareth will also be there, for
he is a Son of God and he is my friend and thy friend. Go thou to thy
house. Fare thee well!"
Strong and brave grew her face and her form was erect when she
responded: "O my beloved, if thou art indeed going now to thy death,
then will I also wait and I will come unto thee in thy high place, as
thou hast said. From the prophet of Galilee have I heard a new thing
concerning those who die, that they have a better country than this and
a better city to dwell in. I had not known----"
"O Miriam," said Ulric, "it is not new to me. So say all the old sagas
of the Northland. This have I been taught by Hilda from my childhood.
She also will be there, and all my kindred, with thee and me."
None saw, but a swift kiss fell upon her lips and then her veil was
drawn, but Ulric went from the portico joyously, exclaiming:
"I care not now! She may bring me my ruby in the city of the gods, and
I, the son of Odin, will keep tryst with her whom I love. O Pontius! O
Spearman! O procurator! I will show thee how little a Saxon jarl careth
for the edge of a sword."
Nevertheless, from that hour onward none saw the jarl, and two days
went by. These were days of sorrow and of doubt for Miriam, waiting
lonely in the house of Ben Ezra. She indeed went forth veiled to listen
to the preaching of the prophet of Galilee, but ever her eyes were
searching among the throngs of hearers for one who came not. "O that he
might have heard these things also," she said within her heart. "Did
not Ulric himself say that this is the captain who is also his king?
How shall he now follow him into any battle? O that it might be!"
So thought Miriam, praying and weeping, and around her were many other
women. "O weeping one," said one of these, "knowest thou not? The
Master himself hath said to us that he is to be crucified!"
"Crucified!" exclaimed Miriam.
"Yea," said the other, "but that in three days he will arise from the
dead and that then he will take the kingdom. It is a hard saying."
"That the dead rise we do know," replied Miriam, "but none hath ever
seen them after their resurrection. I think this saying is like the
words of my beloved concerning the city of the gods where I am to
live with him. And he--O God of Israel! Where is he now and what hath
befallen him?"
The evening of that day was set apart for the feast of the Passover.
Many were gathered to eat of it at the house of Ben Ezra, for the
kinsfolk of Isaac came also to partake of it. The Scriptures were
read and hymns and psalms were sung, and they communed sorrowfully
concerning the present desolation of their people, the terrors of the
Herods, the oppression of the Romans, and their fears of the things
which were yet to come upon them. After this some of them slumbered,
but not all. There were those who waked and watched, for through
all the city had gone a saying of Jesus of Nazareth that he was the
Messiah, and that his kingdom was at hand.
Even the Romans had heard of this saying, but Pontius the Spearman
had laughed, for he thought of his forts and his legionaries and
he troubled not his mind concerning some unarmed mob of Jewish
enthusiasts.