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the temple who called himself Judas, from the town of Karioth. He invited me to his home in the Lower City and gave me supper... Is he a good man? asked Pilate, a diabolical glitter in his eyes. A very good man and eager to learn, affirmed bra hot jelena jensen pic the prisoner. He expressed the greatest interest in my ideas and welcomed me joyfully .. . Lit the candles. . . . said Pilate through clenched teeth to the prisoner, his eyes glittering. Yes, said Yeshua, slightly astonished that the Procurator should be so well informed, and went on : He asked me for my views on the government. The question interested him very much. And so what did you say? asked Pilate. Or are you going to reply that you have forgotten what you said? bra hot jelena jensen pic But there was already a note of hopelessness in Pilates voice. Among other things I said, continued the prisoner, that all power is a form of violence exercised over people and that the time will come when there will be no rule by Caesar nor any other form of rule.

Man will pass into the kingdom of truth and justice where no sort of power will be needed. Go on! There is no more to tell, said the prisoner. After that some men came running in, tied me up and took me to prison. The secretary, straining not to miss a word, rapidly scribbled the statement on his parchment. There never has been, nor yet shall be a greater and more perfect government in this world than the rule of the emperor Tiberius! Pilates voice rang out harshly

and painfully. The Procurator stared at his secretary and at the bodyguard with what seemed like hatred. And what business have you, a criminal lunatic, to discuss such matters! Pilate shouted. Remove the guards from the balcony! And turning to his secretary he added: Leave bra hot jelena jensen pic me alone with this criminal. This is a case of treason. The bodyguard raised their lances and with the measured tread of their iron-shod caligae marched from the balcony towards the garden followed by the secretary. For a while the silence on the balcony was bra hot jelena jensen pic only disturbed bv the splashing of the fountain. Pilate watched the water splay out at the apex of the jet and drip downwards. The prisoner was the first to speak : I see that there has been some trouble as a result of my conversation with that young man from Karioth. I have a presentiment,

hegemon, that some misfortune will befall him and I feel very sorry for him. I think, replied the Procurator with a strange smile, that there is someone else in this world for whom you should feel sorrier than for Judas of Karioth and who is destined for bra hot jelena jensen pic a fate much worse than Judas! ... So Mark Muribellum, a coldblooded killer, the people who I see --the Procurator pointed to Yeshuas disfigured face-- beat you for what you preached, the robbers Dismas and Hestas who with their confederates killed

four soldiers, and finally this dirty informer Judas--are they all good men? Yes, answered the prisoner. And will the kingdom of truth come? It will, hegemon, replied Yeshua with conviction. It will never come! Pilate suddenly shouted in a voice so terrible that Yeshua staggered back. Many bra hot jelena jensen pic years ago in the Valley of the Virgins Pilate had shouted in that same voice to his horsemen : Cut them down! Cut them down! They have caught the giant Muribellum! And again he raised his parade-ground voice, barking out the words so that they would be heard in the garden : Criminal! Criminal! Criminal! Then lowering his voice he asked : Yeshua Ha-Notsri, do you believe in any gods? God is one, answered Yeshua. I believe in Him. Then pray to him! Pray hard! However, at this Pilates voice fell again, it will do no good. Have you a wife? asked Pilate with a sudden inexplicable access of depression. No, I am alone. I hate this city, the Procurator suddenly mumbled, hunching his shoulders as though from cold and wiping his hands as though washing them. If they had murdered bra hot jelena jensen pic you before your meeting with Judas of Karioth I really believe it would have been better. You should let me go, hegemon, was the prisoners unexpected request, his voice full of anxiety. I see now that they want to kill me. A spasm distorted Pilates face as he turned his blood-shot eyes on Yeshua and said : Do you imagine, you miserable creature, that a Roman Procurator could release a man who has said what you have said to me? Oh gods, oh gods! Or do you think Im prepared to take your place? I dont believe in your ideas! And listen to me : if from this moment onward you say so much as a word or try to talk to anybody, beware! I repeat--beware! Hegemon . .. Be quiet! shouted Pilate, his infuriated stare following the swallow which had flown bra hot jelena jensen pic