THE APPROACH OF THE DAY OF VISITATION
Marsyas sought through the Nazarene settlements in Joppa, Anthedon and
Caesarea, but the people could not tell him of fugitive Alexandrians,
who had with them a maid with yellow-brown hair. He went then to
Ptolemais, and there, after days of patient search, discovered that
three strange women, two men and a maiden of gentle blood, who were
children in Christ, has passed through the city, from Alexandria to
Jerusalem.
He did not pause to inquire after his former master, Peter the usurer,
nor Eleazar, his steward. Instead he took the road, over which he and
Agrippa had come long before, and hastened toward the City of David.
Within sight of the Tower of Hippicus, and the glittering Glory on the
summit of Moriah, he came upon a group, in abas and talliths, sitting
on the soil while they ate. He would have passed around them, without
speaking, had he not seen the elder among them lift his hands and
beseech the blessing of Christ upon the bread and water set before them.
Marsyas stopped, and waited with as much grace as possible until the
meal was finished and the Nazarene thanks returned, before he
approached.
"I behold that ye offer supplication to the Nazarene Prophet," he said
to the elder, "and though I come unto you a faithful follower of the
God of Abraham, I pray you, remember the charity ye assume, and give me
aid!"
"We are children of Christ," the elder responded, "and brethren to all;
wherefore speak, and if we can help thee, we dare not deny thee."
"I perceive that a bond of common acquaintance unites all of your
belief; perchance certain Alexandrian Nazarenes with a maiden, who fled
hither from the wrath of the Proconsul of Egypt, have come unto you for
hospitality in Jerusalem."
"Save for the few apostles of the Church in Christ, who have hidden
themselves, there are no Nazarenes in Jerusalem," the elder answered.
"No Nazarenes in Jerusalem!" Marsyas exclaimed, remembering Eleazar's
estimation of the host of schism in the Holy City. "Yet, two years
ago, they possessed the city from Ophlas to Bezetha."
"They have been scattered into far cities by the oppressor, or have
passed through the dust of the stoning-place into the Kingdom of God!"
he answered in awed tones.
The young man made a gesture as if he drew his hands quickly away from
blood-stains, and a look of intense horror passed over his face.
"And Saul continueth to rage, unchecked?" he exclaimed, his old
impatience with the passivity of the Nazarenes making itself felt once
more.
"In the Lord's time, in the Lord's time, my son," the elder said mildly.
"I can not wait upon the Lord!" Marsyas cried. "The Lord gave me
heart, feeling, intelligence and invention, for me to use to mine own
aid! I have labored for two years to this end, and Herod, the king,
will help me!"
"Not so, my son!" the Nazarene said gravely. "Build no hope for us,
upon Herod the king, for he hath joined himself with the Pharisees, and
he will not hinder the oppressor!"
"What?" Marsyas cried, growing black.
"A truth, my son!"
"But I crowned him!" Marsyas cried, clenching his hands. "I held off
the hand of death from him, and despoiled my soul for his sake! I sold
myself for him! By the Lord, if he help me not, I shall have back the
life that I preserved to him!"
The Nazarene crossed himself quickly, and shook his head.
"Peace! Peace! young brother. Even the Law, for which thou art
zealous, forbids thee to kill! Behold the vanity of laying up
confidence in man! If thou hadst so built for the Master's favor, thou
hadst not been forsaken, to-day!"
"Neither the God of Abraham, nor thy Prophet has shielded thee from the
oppressor," he declared passionately. "Remember thy own words. But I
will bring him down!"
"Build no hope upon Herod," the Nazarene continued, as if eager to stay
Marsyas. "Whatever he promised thee, he knows that Saul standeth high
among the Pharisees, whom the king would propitiate! He hath
difficulty and prejudice to overcome, this grandson of an execrated
grandsire--so build nothing upon the Herod!"
Was it possible that, after all his months of patient work and
long-suffering, he had brought up at the point at which he had left off
two years before? Was his punishment of Saul to be done, at his own
risk, at last? He would see this altered Agrippa and learn for himself!
"I shall see this king and discover!" he declared.
"The king is not in Jerusalem," the Nazarene said. "He hath continued
unto Antioch to despatch a petition to Caesar!"
The young man's rage changed into dismay, but he made a last appeal.
"I seek my beloved," he said finally, in a helpless way. "She is a
Nazarene and pursued by the powers of Rome! Even besides her peril of
Saul, she is sought after by the mighty who would destroy her. If thou
knowest of her--even where she might be in hiding, I pray thee, tell
me, in the name of thy Prophet!"
"Who is she?" the Nazarene asked at once.
"She is Lydia Lysimachus, daughter to the alabarch in Alexandria."
"I turned such a maiden, and her protectors, away from the gates of
Jerusalem, seven days ago. They were bidden to go to Damascus."
Marsyas pressed the Nazarene's hand to his lips, because his gratitude
would not be expressed otherwise. Safe, then, for the moment, and out
of reach of Saul of Tarsus!
"Do ye fare thither? even now?" Marsyas asked, eager to attach himself
to the body of apostates, if they led him on to Lydia.
"Nay, we are certain of the faith on watch, lest any ignorant of the
peril besetting the brethren should approach the city."
"Ye are close unto the oppressor," Marsyas said seriously.
"We abide in the will of the Lord."
Marsyas sighed. He had seen another, believing in the promise of the
Lamb, go down unto death. The recurring thought of Stephen, never
wholly forgotten, awakened in him another impulse. He would not go
straightway to Damascus, and continue to retreat from Saul. The hand
of the Lord had led him unto the Pharisee, and he would do that which
lay nearest him.
"And when I come unto Damascus, how shall I find her?" he asked of the
Nazarene.
"Go unto Ananias, a brother in the Lord, and tell him thy story. Lo,
he is keeper of the Lord's flock, and filled with the Spirit. Thou
wilt not ask in vain!"
"Thou hast my thanks, and my blessing!" Marsyas said. "And the
forgiveness of the Lord cover you all!"
"Peace, young brother, and the love of Christ be with thee ever more!"
Marsyas went through the amber light of the late afternoon, toward the
might of Hippicus and the majesty of the City of David.
He found, by inquiry among the Jews, that Agrippa had not lingered in
Judea, having passed through Jerusalem to give commands concerning the
preparation of his palace, to receive the homage of the people and to
propitiate the Pharisees, before he went on to Antioch. It was readily
told that the king was despatching messages to Caligula craving the
punishment of Flaccus.
"But could not the king have despatched these messages from Jerusalem?"
Marsyas asked.
The Jews smiled and laid fingers alongside their noses.
"He is a Herod, and not ashamed of display. He was ill-treated in
Antioch, by the proconsul, there, in the days of adversity. Wherefore,
in his purple and gold, with the favor of Caesar behind him, he taketh
advantage of an excuse to abash his old insulters!"
It was like Agrippa! But Marsyas was glad, even in the tumult of his
sensations, that the Herod was pushing his work against Flaccus! At
least, Alexandria should be safe for the alabarch. But to his mission!
It was still night in the City of David and the watcher on the pinnacle
of the Temple had long to wait before the morning shone and the sky was
lighted even unto Hebron. The greater stars sparkled like jewels in
the cold heavens, and there were already many people in the blue-misted
streets below. They were of all classes, but of one nation, one
direction.
Straggling numbers joined the main body from each narrow passage which
intersected the marble-paved roadway leading toward the splendid
Tyropean bridge. It was a host, an army numbering thousands. But,
foot planted on the solid masonry that accomplished the ravine by
flying arches two hundred feet above the dark abyss, conversation left
off. The company passed silent, except for the multitudinous and soft
rustlings of garments and the chafing of feet upon rock. Far ahead the
foremost were rising, an undulating sea of heads and shoulders, as the
cyclopean stairs, a cold bank of white marble, broad and gentle of
slope, climbed toward the Royal Porch.
As soon as the Tyropean bridge was passed, the Temple was shut off from
view by the intervening cornices of the porch; and when the gate was
reached, the stream of worshipers entered into the demesnes of the Holy
House.
Tunnel-like and drafty, the open gate revealed an immense length of
gloom, raftered and roofed with beams and vaults of darkness, upheld by
double rows of dim columns of enormous girth. This, the Royal
Colonnade, cloistered the Court of the Gentiles, through which the
worshipers fared next.
It was a great quadrangle, paved with sun-colored marbles, open to the
sky and having about it the characteristic exhilarating airs which
inhabit the heights. Herod the Great spent princely sums upon this
portion allotted to the Gentiles, for the simple purpose of flattering
the pagan. Perhaps for no other reason than an expression of their
displeasure did the Jews commit the sacrilege of commercialism in this
spot. Here the money-changer, vender of sacrificial beasts, birds and
wines made a busy market daily, for the indignation of the Nazarene
Rabbi had driven them away for only so long as He watched. They
returned when He had vanished, like flies to a honey-pot.
Here also awaited the Temple servitors to receive the unblemished
offerings, the Shoterim to preserve order, the Levites of the gates and
perchance the priests of the killing-pens and of the wood-chambers.
Through the throng of attendants or venders, the worshipers continued,
an uninterrupted stream of pilgrims, souls in distress, Pharisees and
souls under vows, and all the class and kind that would be diligent for
the Lord in the restful hours before daybreak. And the number was not
large, in comparison to the host of Israel, for the Temple was builded
to contain the voice of two hundred and ten thousand.
North of the center of the Court of Gentiles, the Temple stood. A rail
set it off austerely from contact with the uncircumcised. Its
relentless command of exclusion and its threat were set forth on stone,
forbidding the admission of a Gentile on pain of death. But beyond, in
mockery, rose the black bulk of Roman Antonia, the majesty of masonry
upreared and prostituted to eavesdropping and espionage. Yet none who
visited the Temple was instantly to be led away from its glory to
meditate on its humiliation.
The worshipers passed around the angle of the structure to the east
where the Gate Beautiful was hung.
There was a momentary slackening in the movement, for the gate was yet
to be opened. But, preceding the foremost, twenty Levites passed up
the flight of steps, and under the direction of a captain, laid
shoulder to the valves and threw all their strength against them.
There was a flash as the light of the coming dawn, concentrated and
intensified, shifted across the Corinthian brass, and the Gate
Beautiful swung inward.
At the head of the column a young man, in ample robes, with his
kerchief skirts hanging close about his face, stepped aside from the
line of advance. The crowd took up motion and went on.
Marsyas had washed himself in obedience to the Law; he had brought in
his hand his trespass offering, and in his soul he was a Jew. But he
stood now, and watched the fours of people climb the steps abreast,
with no mood in his heart that a man should carry into a sanctuary.
Series after series passed under his sharp scrutiny--extremes of rank,
of reputation, of calling and of kind. Minute after minute the long,
silent procession tramped by him and was swallowed up in the gigantic
gloom within. Ever the alert gaze, bright even under the obscuring
shadow of the kerchief, slipped from rank to rank, and never once
lingered in doubt. No one looked at him; every eye was down, for
though, since the eighth day after his birth, no man in the long stream
of worshipers had been ignorant of the Temple, it never failed to be a
place of awe, half-love, half-terror.
The hindmost appeared at the angle of the Temple, moved in turn after
their fellows, climbed the steps and disappeared.
Stragglers followed, in groups and singly, and finally Marsyas turned
up the steps and followed the last within.
Saul of Tarsus, a Pharisee, would have been among the earliest to
arrive. Perhaps by special dispensation he had entered before the
multitude and by another gate.
The keeper at the Gate Beautiful glanced at the young man's snow-white
Essenic garments and at the stamp of Jewish blood on his face, and
passed him without a word.
The Temple from the city had been a great glittering unit. But on
approaching its details, they became bewildering.
Within was a tremendous inclosure, floored with agate, galleried with
immense chambers which were screened with grills of beaten brass. The
army of worshipers was reduced, in comparison to the space they
entered, to a mere handful of pygmy, indistinct shapes, prostrate,
kneeling, upright, silent, infinitesimal, moveless. At the extreme
inner end of the men's court was a flight of fifteen semicircular steps
which led up to the Gate Nicanor, now wide. It was hung in the middle
of an open arcade--an altar screen no less a grace to the Temple
because it might have embattled a fortress. Beyond it as the eye
pierced the holy gloom, was a second tier of courts, less spacious than
the first, but no less magnificent; after it, yet a third, and then a
massive pile of ancient brass, stained and smoked, arose above all else
before it. A tongue of clean blue unilluminating flame wavered in the
center of its summit.
Beyond that, Marsyas' gaze did not travel.
Spiritual subjection surrounded him; from behind the lattice which
screened the women's court in the lofty galleries, there came no sound.
The twilight of early morning and the hush of a sanctity were supreme.
He crossed his hands upon his breast and let his head fall as the
elders had taught him.
Others came to stand beside him, the order of worship proceeded, and
the singing Levites ranged themselves on the steps before Nicanor, but
he was plunged in his spiritual difficulty and oppressed by the care
for himself and his own.
Finally there came a long, rich trumpet note above middle register; the
voice of a brazen tongue singing through a horn of silver. It was not
sudden. Beginning as the sound of wind on a fine wire, it ripened in
tone as it grew in volume till it achieved the color, the shape of
harmony, the very fragrance of music. As it diminished, those who
listened caught the sound of a second note--the voice of a twin
trumpet, save that the tones issued in the molds of enunciation. It
was one singing among the Levites, as impossible to discover as to pick
out the inspirited pipe in an organ.
"The earth is the Lord's and the fullness thereof; the world and they
that dwell therein--"
It was the voice of a young enthusiast, with the faith and spiritual
uplift of patriarchal years, housed in a frame of youth--the voice of a
creature of trance and frenzy, a martyr-elect from birth.
But as he clung to his final syllable in a vibrato of fervor, a second
singer, duplicating the note in barytone, took up the second verse, and
carried it with the ease and repose of one filled with content, health
and the ripeness of years, of one who is the founder of a house, the
possessor of goods and a power among his fellow men. And his voice was
rich, level as the note of a 'cello, tender because it was strong,
persuasive because it was believing:
"For he hath founded it upon the seas and established it upon the
floods--"
Wresting the word from him, the tenor again on his altitudes of ecstasy
flung out the inquisition:
"Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord? or who shall stand in his
holy place?--"
He made answer to himself with the barytone, but there was a third now
singing, and his voice arose out of their attendance as a great, white,
solemn, night-blooming flower might rise out of leafage.
"He that hath clean hands and a pure heart; who hath not lifted up his
soul unto vanity, nor sworn deceitfully."
The young fanatic might sing with the fervor of his bigotry, the
contented man from the comfort in his heart, but this one, making
answer, now, sang as one who was experienced and understood as the
others could not. It was deep bass, too deliberate to be flexible, too
profound to be hurried, and withal a great bell booming in a dome. And
like a bell in travail under each stroke of its hammer, each word, in
the full poignancy of its meaning, fell from the lips of him who had
been tried by fire.
The voice of the one hundred and fifty on the steps of Nicanor, picked
for beauty from a singing nation, burst about the trio, an eruption of
great harmony, overwhelming the echoes of the Temple, flooding the
purlieus of the Holy Hill, mounting the morning winds to float across
the hollow, reverberating ravines, to resound on the bosom of Zion, to
penetrate the dark vale of Kedron, and to fail and be one with the
reedy rushing of airs through the cedars of Olivet.
"He that hath clean hands and a pure heart; who hath not lifted up his
soul unto vanity nor sworn deceitfully;
"He shall receive the blessing from the Lord, and righteousness from
the God of his salvation!"
Marsyas found himself coming under the influence of the psalm. It
seemed that the modifiers, describing the elect, had become lofty,
solemn attributes not to be assumed by a simple claim to them, not to
be had after the commission of deeds not specifically interdicted, not
to be obtained by the harkening to one's own will; nor yet to be had
did one fix himself in a chrysalis of form, wrap his soul in clean
linen, and bury it in a remote spot, and keep hourly watch over it to
keep it white--white but wizened. He seemed to understand that he had
not understood these things in the days of his Essenism, nor in the
days of his worldliness. And, remembering the meaning of his presence
in the Temple, he felt peculiarly accused in his soul. What right had
he, who had brought with him the spirit of murder, in the Holy Hill?
He could not shake off the self-accusation, but his resolution was
unweakened. He would depart!
The hand of one who stood beside him dropped upon his shoulder and
lingered. He looked and saw beside him a great man, in the garments of
an artisan, that covered him, figure, head and face against
identification. But Marsyas had known Eleazar under more effective
disguise; the rabbi was not concealed from him now.
Perhaps he could learn from Eleazar the whereabouts of Saul of Tarsus,
so he dropped his head again, and stayed.
The sun blazed on the spear-points, finishing the pinnacle of the
Temple with glowing embers; the variegated marble of the Court of
Gentiles was yellow as the gold of Ophir, and the morning radiance
trembled over the City of David, lying in the valley two hundred feet
below or rising up the slopes beyond the ravine. The long winding
stream of worshipers flowed from the Gate Beautiful, left, through the
well of the stairs to the level where entered the Gate of Akra, down
the long flight of steps into the vale of Gihon, and, dispersing, lost
itself in the crowded passages of the Lower City.
Before they were out of the morning shadow of the giant retaining-wall,
Marsyas spoke.
"Where is our enemy?"
"He is for a time gone hence, and my soul is escaped as a bird out of a
snare of the fowlers. I can come now without much fear unto the Holy
House."
"Hence?" Marsyas asked uneasily. "Whither?"
"I shall tell thee. Know thou, first, that I am here, since several
weeks, abiding among the weavers of Bezetha, and laboring with them;
for Peter, the usurer of Ptolemais, is dead and his servants scattered
abroad. Since Jerusalem hath been purified of the heresy, there is
little search after the Nazarenes, so, as the robbed house is more
secure than the one as yet unentered by thieves, I am unmolested in
Bezetha. Yet, until this morning, I have not dared venture into the
Temple."
"But Saul?" Marsyas urged impatiently.
"I am coming unto Saul. Jonathan, the High Priest, exhausted the
patience of Vitellius in ten months. The Roman's endurance wore
through and snapped on a sudden like an overstrained cord. On a
certain day, in the Feast of Tabernacles, Jonathan was High Priest; ere
nightfall some respected Jew complained to the legate; the next day,
Theophilus, brother to Jonathan, was clothed in the robes of Aaron.
"Saul was brought up for the instant, but thou knowest that he is no
cautious weigher of conditions. He did that which hath proven him not
the unforeseeing time-server of a bloodthirsty man, but a follower of
his own conscience and the servant of his own zeal. He went to the new
High Priest while yet the robes retained the shape of Jonathan, and
spake unto him: 'O ruler of my people, is the purification of the faith
to be given over, seeing that it was the way of thy brother and
abhorred of the Roman? Servest thou Vitellius or Jehovah?' It is not
told abroad among the people what answer was given, what further asked,
except that the chastening of the heretics was continued unabated,
until all Judea was cleansed. And yesterday, Saul was given letters to
Jews in Syria, permitting him to carry his examinations into Damascus
and--"
"Damascus!" Marsyas cried, seizing the rabbi's arm.
"Yes; and to bring the offenders to Jerusalem for trial."
"Is he gone?" Marsyas demanded in a terrible voice.
"He passed out of the Damascus Gate at sunset last night."
"Come! Go with me! Let us overtake him! He shall not go on!"
"For revenge, Marsyas?" Eleazar asked mildly, but with reproof in his
eyes.
"To cut him off from desolating me wholly!" Marsyas declared.
Eleazar looked away over the hollows and gentler hills covered with
houses, toward the summit of Olivet, golden in the sun.
"Then I shall not dissuade thee, Marsyas; but I can not go with thee,"
he said.
"Why?" Marsyas demanded, with a flush of feeling.
"I have suffered from oppression in the name of the Lord; it is the
Lord's will. I have changed in the days of my misfortunes."
Marsyas came close to him.
"Art thou a Nazarene, Eleazar?" he asked in a low tone.
"Nay, I am a good Jew, a better Jew, for I have become a Jew, again,
through understanding."
But Marsyas was not willing to wait for the rabbi's philosophy; he
moved restlessly as he stood, and finally put forth his hand to say
farewell, but Eleazar held it.
"Wait, but a moment," he said, "and let me speak. Thou sayest thou
wouldst secure thyself from devastation at the Pharisee's hands; since
nothing can stop Saul, and nothing stop thee, there is death at the end
of thy doing. I do not know what moves thee now; perchance it is more
than the vow sworn to avenge Stephen. But thou goest to help thyself;
and--to assist in convincing the heathen that Israel is an oppressor in
the name of God!"
"It is!" Marsyas cried passionately.
But the rabbi went on patiently.
"I did not go out after Stephen," he continued. "I was not seen at the
crucifixion of his Prophet. I do not urge bloodshed or urge on the
work of Saul of Tarsus. So, who is Israel, O son of a shut house and
of a hermit brotherhood? Saul, who knoweth no moderation? Certain
feeble and forward speakers in the synagogues, whom even an apostate
could overthrow in argument? Or the witnesses whom they suborned in
revenge? Say, be these Israel, or Gamaliel who discountenanced the
persecution? Or the people among whom the minions of the High Priest
Jonathan went cautiously to arrest the fathers of the Nazarene faith,
lest the people stone the Shoterim? Forget not, brother, that our
lofty are the friends of Rome; our lowly, tributaries of Rome; our
chief priests, dependent upon Rome--and the greater Israel is the
unheard, the unrecorded, the unpampered, the innocent!"
"But is it not just, then, that Saul be overtaken, who hath cast
obloquy on Israel, having shed innocent blood and made Judea to be fled
by the righteous?"
"Defendest thou the innocent of Israel, Marsyas?"
"By the Lord, the innocent!"
"Wouldst trouble thyself, had the doom fallen on others, instead of
thine own, Marsyas?"
The young man frowned and made no answer.
"I shall not answer for thee," Eleazar went on, "but thou and the world
accuse the innocent of Israel, when contempt is cast upon the race, as
an entirety. But the slander of Israel hath been accomplished, even
before Saul, and ye may not run down a lie. So thou and I and our kind
have the hard task of upholding the glory of the people, a labor from
which there can be no let nor easement! The multitude which crowns
to-day and crucifies to-morrow establishes no standard. But they are
witnesses to the evil-speaking of the enemy; they are a slander which
may not be denied. If thou join thyself with them, Marsyas, for thine
own ends, in that much thou ungirdest Israel!"
"Brother, Saul of Tarsus consented unto the death of Stephen, and
despoiled me of my one love, as an Essene; he proceedeth, now, against
my beloved, as a man of the world! I can not wait on conscience and
the welfare of Judea. She will not defend mine own; wherefore I must
defend them, at whatever cost!"
Eleazar's face had grown inexpressibly sad during Marsyas' words. His
heavily-shaded eyes turned absently away from the speaker. He seemed
to see beyond the invincible walls and towers of the Holy City, even
beyond the olive-orchards and the meeting of the earth and sky, into
the time which would come out of the east.
Perhaps he saw waste and desolate places, lands of destruction and
captives of the mighty, dregs of the cup of trembling and dregs of the
cup of fury and the hostility of all nations. The sadness in his eyes
became fixed.
"Verily," he said, as if speaking of his own visions, "thou art a God
that hidest thyself, O God of Israel!"
Marsyas heard him with a stir of emotion in his soul. He put out his
hand to the rabbi.
"If I and my like be wrong, thou shall prevail, when the day of the
just man comes, in the Lord's time!"
"He called us His chosen people," Eleazar continued, suffering Marsyas
to take his hand unnoticed, "even the appointed people, the marked
people! Marked for His own purposes, how hidden! But what knows the
clay of the potter's intent that passes it through fire? Chastening or
vengeance, woe, woe unto them, by whom it cometh!"
He turned away, and Marsyas looked after him until the narrow winding
streets had obscured him.
Quickly then Marsyas continued toward the Gennath Gate; reared to the
Essenic habit of traveling without preparation, he was ready to journey
from city to city in the dress he wore on the streets.
He went by the cenotaph of Mariamne, past Phasaelus, past the Praetorium,
out of the gate, past the might of Hippicus, and on to the parting of
the road, where he took the way to Damascus.
Presently he met a horseman and, stopping the traveler, bought without
parley the beast, and mounted it. He knew that Saul would proceed by
the slow mule, and the forbidden, nobler animal, the horse, would soon
make up the distance the Pharisee had gained.
So, without relaxing from his fever of determination, Marsyas sped on
toward Damascus.
He knew that the hour had come!