search for us everywhere. Do you think theyâd ever think of looking for us here? Of course not! Theyâre much too stupid.â
Miriam was sure he was right. But she wasnât here to applaud him, although Barabbas did not seem to care about that.
âI know youâre clever,â she said coldly. âThatâs why I came to see you, even though everyone in Nazareth thinks youâre no better than a common bandit.â
The laughter died down. Barabbas smoothed his beard and shook his head, as if attempting to restrain his temper. âThe people of Nazareth are cowards,â he muttered. âAll except your father, from what I hear.â
âThatâs why my father is in Herodâs prison, Barabbas. Weâre wasting time with this idle chatter.â
She was afraid the harshness of her tone would make him angry. His companions lowered their eyes. Behind the group of women, Obadiah had gotten to his feet, a stuffed loaf in his hand, a frown on his face.
Barabbas hesitated. He looked them all up and down. Then he said, with surprising calm, âIf your father has your character, then Iâm starting to understand what happened!â
He pointed to one of the recesses in the painted walls surrounding the pool. It had been furnished as a kind of bedchamber. There was a straw mat covered with sheepskins, two chests, and a lamp. A silver pitcher and goblets stood on a large brass table framed by two wooden stools with bronze embellishments. Other furniture and luxury objects, doubtless stolen from rich merchants, had been placed around the recess.
In spite of her impatience and nervousness, Miriam noticed Barabbasâs pride as he filled a glass with fermented milk mixed with honey and handed it to her.
âNow tell me everything,â he said, making himself comfortable.
M IRIAM spoke for a long time. She wanted Barabbas to understand how it had come about that her father, the gentlest and kindest of men, had killed a soldier and wounded a tax collector.
When she had finished, Barabbas whistled through his teeth. âThereâs no doubt theyâre going to crucify your father. Killing a soldier and sticking a spear in a tax collectorâs stomachâ¦They wonât go easy on him.â He ran his fingers through his beard, in a mechanical gesture that made him seem older than he was. âAnd, of course, you want me to attack the fortress of Tarichea.â
âMy father mustnât die on the cross. We have to stop them.â
âEasier said than done, my girl. Youâre more likely to die with him than save him.â His words were ironic, but his face betrayed his discomfort.
âSo be it, then,â Miriam replied. âLet them kill me with him. At least I wonât have bowed my head to injustice.â
She had never before spoken so vehemently or so categorically. But she realized that she was telling the truth. If she had to risk death to defend her father, she would not hesitate.
Barabbas realized that, which made his own discomfort all the more intense.
âCourage isnât enough,â he said. âThe fortress isnât a field of beans you can just walk in and out of! Youâre fooling yourself. You canât get him out of there.â
Miriam stiffened, and she pursed her lips.
Barabbas shook his head. âNo one can do it,â he insisted, striking his chest. âNot even me.â
He hammered out these last words and looked her up and down with all the pride of a young rebel. She sustained his gaze, icy-faced.
Barabbas was the first to turn away his eyes. He snorted, got up nervously from his stool, and walked to the edge of the pool. Some of his companions must have heard what Miriam had said, and everyone was looking at him. He turned, his face hard, his fists clenched, his whole body taut with the strength that had made him a feared leader.
âWhat you ask is impossible!â he cried fiercely.
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