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prisoner and saw that a column of dust had swirled up beside him. Is that all there is on this man? Pilate asked the secretary. No, unfortunately, replied the secretary unexpectedly, and handed Pilate another parchment. What extreme wheelchair sports else is there? enquired Pilate and frowned. Having read the further evidence a change came over his expression. Whether it was blood flowing back into his neck and face or from something else

that occurred, his skin changed from yellow to red-brown and his eyes appeared to collapse. Probably caused by the increased blood-pressure in his temples, something happened to the Procurators sight. He seemed to see the prisoners head vanish and another appear in its place, bald and crowned with a spiked golden diadem. The skin of the forehead was split by a round, livid scar smeared with ointment. A sunken, toothless mouth with a capricious, pendulous lower lip. Pilate had the sensation that the pink columns of his balcony and the roofscape of Jerusalem below and beyond the garden had all vanished, drowned in the thick foliage of cypress groves. His hearing, too, was strangely affected--there was a sound as of distant trumpets, muted and threatening, and extreme wheelchair sports a nasal voice could clearly be heard arrogantly intoning the words: The law pertaining to high treason . . . Strange, rapid, disconnected thoughts passed through his mind. Dead! Then : extreme wheelchair sports They have killed him! . . . And an absurd notion about immortality, the thought of which aroused a sense of unbearable grief. Pilate straightened up, banished the vision, turned his extreme wheelchair sports gaze back to the balcony and again the prisoners eyes met his. Listen, Ha-Notsri, began the Procurator, giving Yeshua a strange look. His expression was grim but his eyes betrayed anxiety. Have you ever said extreme wheelchair sports anything about great Caesar? Answer! Did you say anything of the sort? Or did you . . . not? Pilate gave the word not more emphasis than was proper in a extreme wheelchair sports court of law and his look seemed to be trying to project a particular thought into the prisoners mind. Telling the truth is easy and pleasant, remarked the prisoner. I do not want to know,

replied Pilate in a voice of suppressed anger, whether you enjoy telling the truth or not. You are obliged to tell me the truth. But when you speak weigh every word, if you wish to avoid a painful death. No one knows what passed through the mind of the Procurator of Judaea, but he permitted himself to raise his hand as though shading himself from a ray of sunlight extreme wheelchair sports and, shielded by that hand, to throw the prisoner a glance that conveyed a hint. So, he said, answer this question : do you know a certain Judas of Karioth and if you have ever spoken to him what did you say to him about Caesar? It happened thus, began the prisoner readily. The day before yesterday, in the evening, I met a extreme wheelchair sports young man near the temple who called himself Judas, from the town of Karioth. He invited me to his home in the Lower City and gave me supper... Is he a good man? extreme wheelchair sports asked Pilate, a diabolical glitter in his eyes. A very good man and eager to learn, affirmed the prisoner. He expressed the greatest interest in my ideas and welcomed me joyfully .. . Lit

the candles. . . . said Pilate through clenched teeth to the prisoner, his eyes glittering. Yes, said Yeshua, slightly astonished that the Procurator should be so well informed, and went extreme wheelchair sports on : He asked me for my views on the government. The question interested him very much. And so what did you say? asked Pilate. Or are you going to extreme wheelchair sports reply that you have forgotten what you said? But there was already a note of hopelessness in Pilates voice. Among other things I said, continued the prisoner, that all power is a form extreme wheelchair sports of violence exercised over people and that the time will come when there will be no rule by Caesar nor any other form of rule. Man will pass into the kingdom of truth and extreme wheelchair sports justice where no sort of power will be needed. Go on! There is no more to tell, said the prisoner. After that some men came running in, tied me up and took me to prison. The secretary, straining not to miss a word, rapidly scribbled the statement on his parchment. There never has been, nor yet shall be a greater and more perfect government in this world than the rule of the emperor Tiberius! Pilates voice rang out harshly and painfully. The Procurator stared at his secretary and at the bodyguard with what seemed like hatred. And what business have you, a criminal lunatic, to discuss such matters! Pilate shouted. Remove the guards from the balcony! And turning to his secretary he added: Leave me alone with this extreme wheelchair sports criminal. This is a case of treason. The bodyguard raised their lances and with the measured tread of their iron-shod caligae marched from the balcony towards the garden followed by the secretary. For a extreme wheelchair sports