Naomi : $b or the last days of JerusalemWebb, J. B., Mrs. (Annie)
History
Naomi : $b or the last days of Jerusalem
Webb, J. B., Mrs. (Annie)
Historical fiction; Jerusalem -- History -- Siege, 70 A.D. -- Fiction; Sieges -- Fiction
Josephus now exerted all his wonted eloquence, in the effort to save
his own life, and to persuade his companions to join him in
surrendering to the conquerors. But however ingenious his arguments
and powerful his appeals, they failed to move his auditors, who were
only the more enraged at him, and rushed against him with their
swords. He stood like a wild beast at bay, parrying the strokes of
some, calling on others by name, entreating, commanding, imploring.
"Javan!" he cried, "do you join to murder your general? you, who have
fought so bravely by my side, and gloried in my approbation. If
these Galileans would take away my life, will you, a true-born Jew,
desert me?"
Javan regarded him at that moment with a feeling of pity and
contempt. He dropped his sword, and his example was followed by the
rest, some of whom still entertained a regard for the general, who
had hitherto displayed such wisdom and courage in the defence of
their town. He seized the favourable moment, and exclaimed, "If you
are resolved to die, let us cast lots who shall first be slain. Thus
each will suffer death in turn; and yet none incur the guilt of dying
by his own hand. It would be dishonourable in me to survive, if all
the rest are determined to perish." This proposal was readily
acceded to, for all believed that Josephus would share the same fate
with themselves. The lots were cast, and one by one these undaunted
men offered their breasts to the sword of him who was doomed to be
his executioner. Whether by chance, or, which is more probable, by
artifice, so it was that the lot fell not on Josephus, until all were
slain except himself and one other. That other was young Javan; and
his fierce spirit did not shrink from enduring the death which he had
just inflicted on the last of his companions. But his general felt
equally repugnant thus in cold blood either to slay a
fellow-creature, or to submit to the stroke of death from him; and
promising him his future friendship, he at length so worked on the
young man's feelings and natural love of life, that he agreed to
ascend with him and submit to the promised clemency of Vespasian.
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