Also, the lives of others are at stake, of my friends who have sheltered me, and who, as I trust, will now shelter him." "Then you must die, and by this death of shame, for I am powerless to save you.

Yes, you must die tied to a pinnacle of the gateway, a mockery to friend and foe.

Why, if it had not been that I still have some authority among them, and that you are of my blood, girl though you be, they would have crucified you upon the wall, serving you as the Romans serve our people." "If it pleases God that I should die, I shall die.

What is one life among so many tens of thousands?
Let us talk of other things while we have time." "What is there to talk of, Miriam, save misery, misery, misery ?" and again he groaned.

"You were right, and I have been wrong.