Now thou knowest, Aglaophonos, that at the entrance of this court standeth an inscription which saith, “LET NONE OF ALIEN BIRTH PASS WITHIN THE TEMPLE CLOISTERS: HE THAT TRANSGRESSES IS GUILTY OF DEATH.” As the man with the scourge would enter the Women’s Court, the Roman sentry stopped him, and pointed to this inscription with his spear. He shook his head, saying in faulty Greek, “Jewish I am,” and showed the soldier the fringes of his garment after the Jewish fashion. Then the sentry drew back, and the man passed through. Thereupon I went up to the men to whom the man with the scourge had spoken, and greeted them with the greeting of peace. “Peace unto thee, master,” said one of them in the same northern accent I had noticed in their leader. “Who is that man,” I said, “that has just gone into the Temple cloister?” “Jesus of Nazara, in Galilee.” “And whose son is he?” I asked. The man looked at his companions ere he answered,— “Of Joseph ben Eli the carpenter, and Miriam his wife.” “And what is his trade?” I continued. “A wheelwright,” he said; “the best wheels and yokes in all Capernaum are made by him.” “But is he of the country‐folk,(2) or a pupil of the wise?” “Nay, master, he knoweth the Law and the Prophets.” “Of what party is he? Boethusian he cannot be, nor Sadducee; but is he Pharisee or Zealot, Essene or Baptist?” “He is of no party.” “But from whom hath he received the tradition of the elders? At whose feet has he sat? Whom calleth he master?” “He hath been baptized by Jochanan his kinsman, but none calleth he master.” “If he have not the tradition, he cannot teach the Law, for his words will not be binding. Doth he sit in judgment or pronounce _Din_?” “Nay, master, he but teacheth us to be good.” “Ah,” said I, “he is but a homolist of the Hagada; he addeth naught to the _Halacha_. Then what is his motto?”(3) “He saith, ‘Repent ye, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.’” Then I took the man away from his companions, and out of hearing of the Roman sentry, and asked him in a low tone, “And who shall be the king thereof?” But the man answered not, but said only, “Lo! he cometh.” And, indeed, at that moment Jesus came down by the steps he had ascended and beckoned to his companions. And as they went towards him I was surprised, and at the same time horrified, to see amongst them two persons whom I little thought to find in any public place in Jerusalem, still less in the courts of the Temple. One was a woman in the yellow veil of a _hetæra_; the other, a mere _Nathin_ who had no name among men, but was called _Dog o’ Dogs_. These two pressed close to Jesus; the woman rushed forward with a sob and raised the hem of his garment to her lips, while to the man he spoke some friendly words, smiling on him as they walked towards the entrance.