"Those who let in Simon have to deal with Simon.

If you are of the party of John or of Eleazer go to the Temple and knock upon its doors," and they pointed mockingly to the gleaming gates above.
"Has it come to this, then," asked Benoni, "that Jew eats Jew in Jerusalem, while the Roman wolves raven round the walls?
Man, we are of no party, although, as I think, my name is known and honoured by all parties--the name of Benoni of Tyre.

I demand to be led, not to Simon, or to John, or to Eleazer, but to my cousin, Mathias, the high priest, who bids us here." "Mathias, the high priest," said the captain; "that is another matter.
Well, this Mathias let us into the city, where we have found good quarters, and good plunder; so as one turn deserves another, we may as well let in his friends.

Pass, cousin of Mathias the high priest, with all your company," and he opened the gate.
They entered and marched up the narrow streets towards the Temple.

It was the hour of the day when all men should be stirring and busy with their work, but lo! the place was desolate--yes, although so crowded, it still was desolate.