bench. âMarcus,â he said, âI value you as a veteran and loyal officer with fifteen more yearsâ experience than me. I have learned a great deal from you. Unlike some political appointees, I donât think instant wisdom comes with my lineage, or that the ability to lead is automatically conferred with a purchased insignia of rank. I also think of you as a friend.â
Marcus sipped the wine. It tasted of dark cherries and summer hay fields and warmed his throat and stomach. He waited to see where this speech led.
âYouâre riding south tomorrow,â Felix continued. âBut before that happens, I know you have a few questions for me . . . and I have things to say to you as well.â
âWhy did you spare Yeshua?â Marcus asked, taking the invitation at face value. âYou had the power to condemn him with a single word, yet you didnât. Why not?â
âBecause Iâm not Vara,â Felix said. âKilling people doesnât amuse me. Donât misunderstand . . . I think the Rabbi may be a danger to Rome, and if Iâm right, heâll have to be crushed.â Felix stared across the rim of his silver goblet into Marcusâ eyes. âAnd if it comes to that, youâll have a tough choice to make. Why do you want to save him?â
Why indeed?
Marcus had experienced respect for brave enemies before and yet remained remorseless when battling them. Yeshua was a Jew . . . a race despised and ridiculed throughout the empire. It was Marcusâ sworn duty to uphold the authority of Rome, the prestige of Rome, the superiority of Rome.
Why should he risk his career and his life to shield a Jewish preacher?
âBecause he is more than a mere man,â Marcus said at last. âFelix, I once heard him pose this question: âWhich is harder to heal, a broken body or a broken soul?ââ
âSo?â Felix scoffed, tossing back half a cupful of wine. âGreek philosophers say such things all the time to their admiring lackeys. Isnât this just a Jewish version?â
âNo,â Marcus replied slowly. âThe difference is . . . he can do both. Itâs not simply word games.â
âYou mean you think the business with the bread was real? On the journey from the Galil I thought about trying to explain that to Pilate and knew I couldnât. Itâs part of the reason I drew back from denouncing Yeshua. Why should he suffer for something I canât understand?â
âNakdimon ben Gurion, the Jew you met who is on their supreme council . . .â
Felix acknowledged that he remembered Nakdimonâs credentials.
Marcus continued. âNakdimon is also studying Yeshuaâs claims. Iâd like to speak to him more about it.â
Shrugging, Felix said, âYou donât need my permission for that. Our job is to see that Governor Pilateâs aqueduct gets built and that bar Abbaâs rebels are either captured or driven into their caves. As long as Yeshua speaks no treason he can be whatever kind of miracle worker he fancies. But he should stay away from Jerusalem.â
âPilate still doesnât understand the Jews,â Marcus said at last, unwilling to unveil any further his thoughts about the Rabbi of Nazareth.
âWhat makes you say that? Their own Council voted him the money from their Temple treasury to complete the aqueduct. Everyone knows how badly Jerusalem needs it. Heâll be a hero.â
Shaking his head, Marcus disagreed. âNakdimon told me the money was Korban, sacred to their God. Hear me, Felix. It will cause more turmoil than hanging the face of the emperor over their Temple Mount.â
âBut they need the water . . . and their own leaders agreed to the arrangement. Surely the rabble will see reason!â
âI hope youâre right,â Marcus conceded. Then as an afterthought he asked, âDid you get one of the new coins?â
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