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heavy claps of thunder would drive the golden idols into the darkness.
the storm turned into a hurricane.
The servant
The African’s
The ala was coming back from Bald Mountain.
It was the same man who had exchanged whispers with the procurator in a darkened room of the palace before the sentencing,
The visitor
Then the slits of these eyes shone with an unspiteful slyness.
the slits would narrow, and once again they would begin to shine with good-naturedness and sly intelligence.
But these feasts! ... Magicians, sorcerers, wizards, these flocks of pilgrims!
Fanatics, fanatics! ... Just take this messiah they suddenly started expecting this year!
this cursed Bar-Rabban
‘And now I ask you to tell me about the execution,’ said the procurator.
‘And tell me ... were they given the drink before being hung on the posts?’ ‘Yes. But he,’ here the guest closed his eyes, ‘refused to drink it.’
‘Madman!’ said Pilate, grimacing for some reason. A little nerve began to twitch under his left eye.
‘He said,’ the guest answered, again closing his eyes, ‘that he was grateful and laid no blame for the taking of his life.’
The procurator knocked against the cup as he poured himself some wine. After draining it to the very bottom,
this most difficult job at the post of head of the secret service for the procurator of Judea
the second question. It concerns this ... what’s his name
Judas of Kiriath.’
He is to be summoned tonight to the palace of Kaifa.’
Aphranius!
I have just received information that he is going to be killed tonight.’
it is accidental, obscure and uncertain.
The information is that one of Ha-Nozri’s secret friends, indignant at this money-changer’s monstrous betrayal, is plotting with his accomplices to kill him tonight,
‘So they will kill him, Hegemon?’ ‘Yes,’ answered Pilate, ‘and all hope lies in your efficiency alone, which amazes everyone.’
‘One ought to remember trifles, too.’
Only here did the procurator notice that the sun was gone and twilight had come.
perhaps it was the twilight that caused such a sharp change in the procurator’s appearance.
He aged, grew hunched as if before one’s eyes, and, besides that, became alarmed.
the tired procurator probably imagined that someone was sitting in the empty chair.
It was the second time in the same day that anguish came over him.
he now wanted to make up for the loss by some petty, worthless and, above all, belated actions.
‘Banga,
the joy in the dog’s eyes meant that the storm was over,
Just then the procurator’s guest was in the midst of a great bustle.
The guest did not spend much time in the barracks,
three carts drove out of the barracks yard loaded with entrenching tools and a barrel of water.
the procurator’s guest also left the palace grounds on horseback,
the Antonia Fortress,
The guest did not spend much time in the fortress either,
‘Niza!’
a young woman without a veil
With this woman Aphranius spent very little time, certainly no more than five minutes.