Philochristus: Memoirs of a Disciple of the LordAbbott, Edwin Abbott
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Philochristus: Memoirs of a Disciple of the Lord
Abbott, Edwin Abbott
Christian fiction; Jesus Christ -- Fiction
Straightway I hasted on to come to the Greek quarter, seeking the house of
Chuza. But on my way thither I passed the royal palace; and at the gate
thereof were certain of the Thracian guard keeping watch. Now as I passed
them, one of the soldiers called to his companion and said, “But wherefore
dost thou keep guard to‐day?” And the other said, “I keep guard in the
place of Thrasymachus who is gone with three centuries to Capernaum.” “And
wherefore to Capernaum?” said the first. “There is like to be a tumult in
the town,” replied the sentinel, “because of the beheading of this John in
Machærus; and they say that the rabble will set some leader at their head,
who is to be arrested.” “Nay,” said the other, “and sayest thou arrested?
I would have no arresting, but make quick despatch with these leaders of
the rabble. But hath Herod heard of this leader?” “Not so,” said the
other, “for he is busy in the south with the army; but our general meaneth
to take order that Herod shall never hear of him.” With that he laughed,
and made a sign to signify beheading, drawing his hand across his throat;
then he bade his fellow go carry some message for him, for he should be
busy that day; “For,” said he, “the cohort hath not been gone one full
hour yet, and will not be here again these six hours or more, for they
mean not to take him by force publicly, but will arrest the man quietly at
nightfall.”
When I heard these things, my spirit fainted, and there was no strength in
me; but when I came to myself, it seemed best to journey forwards at once
to Capernaum if perchance I might prevent the coming of the Thracian guard
and give the alarm to Jesus. So I turned the mule’s head straightway
toward the city gate, and rode on the way that leadeth to Capernaum. But
she was sore wearied by reason of the length of the journey, and could
scarce carry me. Howbeit after the space of an hour’s riding I came up
with the rear of the Thracians: but I perceived that I could not pass
them. For a certain merchant riding on a fresh mule had passed out from
the city gate before me, and behold, they had stayed him, and suffered him
not to pass; but he rode behind with the rear. Now when I saw this, I
smote my hands together, for I saw that I could be of no avail to my
Master. And by this time the houses of Capernaum, that is to say the quay
and the houses near the quay, were in sight, and not far off. For one
headland only remained between us and the headland whereon the town
standeth; and when the Thracians should have passed round that first
headland, there were but six furlongs between them and the market‐place of
Capernaum. But the sun was now nigh setting and the barbarians began to
quicken their pace.
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