Short Fiction

the two cedars are. I looked among the cypresses beyond, in the pines where the descent begins, through the olive groves below and the booths and tents beneath. There was no trace of him anywhere. I crossed the brook and sat awhile at the Shushan gate, watching those that entered. The crowd became so dense that it was impossible to distinguish. I thought I might hear of him in the Temple. The porch was thronged. I roamed through the Mountain of the House into the Woman’s Court, and out of it on the Chel. But they were all so filled with pilgrims that had he been there only accident could have brought me to him. It was on that I counted, and I went out on Zion and Acra, where the crowd was less. It was getting late. Beth-horon was dim. I could see lights in Herod’s palace. Someone said that the tetrarch of Galilee was there, the guest of the procurator. I went back by way of Antonia to Birket Israil and the Red Heifer Bridge. I had given up; it seemed to me useless to make further attempt. Suddenly I saw Judas in the angle of the porch. With him was a levite. I got behind a pillar, near where they stood, and listened. The only thing I distinctly heard was the name of Joseph of Haramathaïm. I fancied, though I was not certain, that Judas spoke as though he had just left his house. They must have moved away then, for when I looked they had gone. I knew that Joseph was a friend of the Master’s, and it struck me that he might be at his house. It is in the souk of the Perfumers, back of Ophel. I ran there as fast as I could. It was unlighted. I beat on the door: there was no answer. I felt that I had been mistaken, anyway that I could do no more. I went down again into the valley, crossed the Kedron, and would have returned here at once perhaps, but I was tired, and so, on the slope where the olive-presses are, I lay down and must have fallen asleep, for I remembered nothing till there came a tramping of men. I crouched in the underbrush. They passed very close; some had torches, some had spears. Judas was leading, and as an ape munches a flower he was muttering the Master’s name.”

Eleazer paused and looked at his sister. She was standing erect, her face wan, the brow contracted, the rhymes of her lips tight-pressed. Then, with a glance at Olivet, he continued:

“For a little space I waited. They had ascended the slope and halted. There was a shout, the waving of torches, then a silence. In it I heard the Master’s voice, followed by a cry of pain. I hurried to where they were. They had him bound when I got there. I saw a soldier raising a hand to his ear and looking at the palm; it was red. Peter was running one way, Thomas another. I got nearer. Someone, a levite I think, caught me by the coat. I freed myself from it and escaped up the hill.

“From there I looked down. They were going away. When they had gone, I went back and found my cloak. While I was putting it on, John appeared. ‘They are taking him to Caiaphas,’ he said; ‘I shall follow. Come with me if you wish.’ I went with him. On the way we met Peter; he joined us. We walked single-file, John leading. Beyond I could see the lights of the torches, the glint of steel. No one spoke. Peter whimpered a little. We crossed the Kedron and got up into the city. The soldiers went directly to where Annas lives; they entered in a body, and the door closed. John rapped: it was opened. He said something to the doorkeeper, who admitted him. The door closed again. Peter and I waited a little, not knowing where to turn. Presently the door reopened, and John motioned us to come in. In the court was a fire; about it were servants and khazzans. I stopped a moment to warm my hands; Peter did the same. John had disappeared. I heard one of the khazzans say that they had taken the Master to Annas, and the others discuss what he would probably do. While I stood there listening, and wondering what had become of John, I saw the Master being led across the court to the Lishcath ha-Gazith. I left Peter, and followed. In the hall were the elders, ranged in a semicircle about Caiaphas. They must have been prepared beforehand, for the clerks of acquittal and of condemnation were there, the crier too, and a group of levites and Scribes. In a corner were some of Annas’ servants. I got among them and stood unnoticed.

“The Master’s hands were bound. On either side of him was a soldier. Caiaphas was livid. He looked him from head to foot.

“ ‘You are accused,’ he said, ‘of inciting sedition, of defying the Law, of blasphemy, and of breaking the Sabbath day. What have you to answer?’

“The Master made no reply.

“Caiaphas pointed to the levites. ‘Here,’ he continued, ‘are witnesses.’

“He motioned; one of them stepped forward and spoke.

“ ‘I testify that this man has incited to sedition by denouncing the members of this reverend council as hypocrites, wolves in sheep’s clothing, blind leaders of the blind; and I further testify that he has declared no one should follow them.’

“ ‘What have you to say to that?’ Caiaphas snarled. But the Master said nothing.

“The first levite moved back, and at a gesture from the high-priest another stepped forward.

“ ‘I testify that I have seen that man eat, in defiance of the Law, with unwashed hands, and consort with publicans and people of low repute.’

“ ‘And what have you to say to that?’ Caiaphas asked again. But still the Master said nothing.

“The second levite moved back, and a third