There lay the Holy City, with Mount Moriah and the Temple, Zion and David’s House. To the north-west and west there stretched the Valley of Sharon to the Mediterranean Sea, which in the clear air appeared like a blue streak at a distance of five miles. In the east there rose the Mount of Olives, with its gardens and vineyards, olives, figs and terebinths, below ran the brook Kedron whose banks were decked in their spring apparel of flourishing laurels, tamarisks, and willows. The Governor was restless, and often paused to stand by the parapet of the roof in order to look down into the forecourt of the Temple. Here numbers of people moved about busily, forming themselves into knots which dissolved and then formed larger groups. At last the Tetrarch appeared. He had overslept himself, and his eyes were blood-shot. He gave the Governor a brief greeting, and settled himself as though for a conversation. But he found it hard to bring out a word; his head hung down, and he did not know how to begin, for the orgies of the preceding night had made him forget what he had come for. Pilate came to his help: “Speak, Herod; your heart is full, and your mind uneasy.” “What do you say, my brother?” “We were speaking yesterday of the strange man who stirs up the people.” “Quite right! I had John beheaded. Is it he who is going about?” “No, it is another one now.” “Are there two of them?” “Yes, this is another one.” “But they have the same history--a prophecy which foretold their birth, and the fable of a supernatural origin, just like the Perseus of mythology, and the philosopher Plato in history. Is it a confusion of persons?” “No, not at all.” “What is his name? Josua, Jesse...?” “His name is Jesus, and he is said to have passed his childhood in the Egyptian towns Heliopolis and Leontopolis.” “Then he must be a magician or wizard; can he not come and divert me?” “It is difficult to find him, for he is now in one place, now in another. But we will question the High Priest; I have had him called, and he waits below.” “Why is there this commotion in the court of the Temple?” “They are going to erect the Emperor’s statue in the Holy of Holies.” “Quite right! Our gracious Emperor Tiberius lives like a madman on Capri, and is pummelled by his nephew Caligula, if the offspring of incest can be called a nephew. And now he is to become a god. Ha! Ha!” “Antiochus Epiphanes had the statue of Zeus set up in the Holy of Holies. He, however, _was_ a god. But to set up this beast, Tiberius, means a tumult.” “What are we to do? Call the Priest here.” Pilate went and fetched the High Priest Caiaphas.