The Lost Years of Jesus Christ

by Derek Miller

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  The King’s love for music is no secret. When word of my skill with a lyre reached Saul, he requested a private performance to judge my ability. I was so nervous to be in the presence of our great leader, yet the music flowed with ease. It came from a place deep inside. Though the situation was very different, it reminded me of my encounter with the lioness. As if something unknown took hold of me and used me to do something I could never have done on my own.

  Saul was so impressed with my performance that he called me before him every day he remained in Bethlehem. On the day of his departure he called my father and me before him and requested that I accompany him as his personal musician. My father pleaded against it, not wanting another son going off to war so young, but I told him that I would do as my king commanded. Saul promised that I wouldn’t be allowed near the battlefield, so my father consented. It’s not how I planned to contribute to Israel’s defense, but I will serve the king in any way he wishes.

  18

  “Joshua?” a voice called out, disrupting Joshua’s concentration.

  His family had returned while he was engrossed in the incredible details of David’s youth. Joshua packed everything back inside the chest and tucked it away as Yohan came into view.

  “There you are. It’s time for dinner.” Yohan looked at Joshua and the unfinished woodwork around him. “Were you working? You know it’s forbidden so soon after a death in the family. I’d hate to have to tell your mother.” He finished with a smug grin.

  A fire burned inside Joshua. Most times he was more calm and docile than anyone his age ought to be, but something about Yohan always irritated him. He was a catalyst for anger that only family could provide.

  “I wasn’t working. I just needed some time to think.” Joshua said as he pushed Yohan out of the entrance and walked towards the house.

  “How dare you put your hands on me? I’m going to be a priest soon.”

  “You’re going to be a priest?” Joshua asked, a short laugh escaped after the last word.

  “Mother says so. While you toil away in your workshop as a lowly carpenter like your father, I’ll be sitting on high in Jerusalem. Such a waste of your mother’s...” Yohan said. Yohan insulted Joshua, his father, and his mother in the same breath. Joshua’s fists clenched when Yohan mentioned his father, and his right hand flew forward when Yohan brought up his mother. Joshua’s fist met Yohan’s face before he could say the last word, but there was no doubt that it was going to be “blood”. Elizabeth could never stop talking about blood. Good blood, bad blood, rich blood, poor blood, whatever any of that meant. Her son’s blood now trailed behind him as he ran to his mother for help.

  “A carpenter’s hands hurt, don’t they?” Joshua called after him, still red in the face but already wishing he could take back his actions.

  19

  Up a few hours after dawn, Moloch began his day as he always did. Just because he was away from his home did not mean he could stray from his routine. He and his men ventured beyond the city walls and trained for hours. They sparred in the open field bare handed, and then with a variety of weapons including sword, spear, and dagger. Moloch came out on top in all respects.

  “Come now you can do better than that!” Moloch said as he danced between their swinging blades. Not wanting to truly harm each another, one was considered defeated when they received even the smallest cut on any part of their body. By the end of the morning Samuel and Daniel were covered with tiny cuts, but Moloch remained unscathed. Samuel and Daniel were well trained, but they were still no match for a priest.

  It was essential for priests to stay in the best physical and mental shape. In days long past, priests were not just figureheads who governed over rituals and sacrifices. They were also generals in the army of the chosen. Not all Sons of Aaron felt it necessary to uphold the traditions of old, but those who wished to be a candidate for High Priest someday were among the fittest. The High Priest, a symbol of the strength of Adonai’s influence and power, had to be the strongest of the strong and the brightest of the bright. Moloch trained even harder than most, wanting to be faster, smarter, and stronger than his brother Annas.

  If I had fought harder as a baby I would be the one ruling right now, and this land would be back in our control.

  Upon returning from their morning workout, Moloch gazed out the window of his chamber. He scanned the streets of the city he had come to know so well over the previous days, but saw nothing beyond the huddled masses. Moloch could not approach Joshua again until the following day, so he set his mind to another task. Though his body ached from the intense physical exertion, he forced himself to go out and look once more for any sign of Pharisee activity in the city. Venturing into the streets again seemed futile, but he was no stranger to sacrifice. He donned a fresh robe over his golden garb and beckoned his two guards to accompany him. They followed him out of the inn without question.

  It was midday. The sun loomed high in the sky casting its rays on the limestone streets of Nazareth. The beauty of the streets was marred by the presence of beggars and orphans, dressed in rags and visibly malnourished, scuttling through their lives in search of physical and mental sustenance. The scene might evoke sympathy in some men, but Moloch felt nothing other than contempt for the street urchins.

  If they weren’t so lazy and stupid they could help themselves. We can’t carry the weak on our backs and hope to remain strong.

  He entered the market followed closely by his protectors, on their guard for any sign of trouble. Merchants were advertising their goods, attempting to draw out what little coin resided in the pouches of the passersby.

  “Even this town is overrun with Roman merchants.” Daniel said.

  It was true. Since the occupation by the Romans began approximately seventy years before, there was a steady influx of merchants and craftsmen from other provinces. The result was lower profits shared by more vendors. It wasn’t at all surprising that tithes had fallen in recent years. The coffers of the Temple could not be refilled from the pockets of the poor. Ten percent of nothing is still nothing.

  There was a large crowd gathered near a canopy in the far corner of the market. A man in crimson robes shouted and waved his fists in righteous fury, receiving mixed reactions from the onlookers. Moloch’s excitement and anger knew no bounds when he heard the words being spoken.

  “How can they expect us to tithe ten percent on top of the Roman taxes when we can barely feed our children with what we earn? We starve while the High Priest and his chosen elite sit on high in the Holy City feasting and drinking to excess at our expense. They have sold out our people to the Roman scum that hold us down and defame Adonai with their heathen gods. They aim only to keep their power and live lavish lifestyles while we wither and die. How can they be trusted?”

  Many people were cheering, some looked at one another and shook their heads, but none spoke out against the man. Nearly everyone still made the trip three times a year to offer sacrifices at the Holy Temple and most attempted to tithe the required amount. This far from Jerusalem there was little fear of retribution from the Sadducees, but the words he spoke against the Romans were enough to see him crucified. Moloch motioned for his men to follow him to a secluded area where they could listen, unnoticed by the crowd or the speaker, as the rant continued.

  “The word of Adonai is evolving with his people. Why would he wish for his chosen to suffer? I tell you this, and you may take it as truth. There is a life after this one. We will be judged for our actions and our immortal soul will face reward or retribution. Honoring Adonai is essential, but it does not need to be done in Jerusalem. It can be done in your own homes and synagogues. These changes will only happen if we all work together!”

  More people nodded in as he finished his speech. Eyes fixed on the heretic, Moloch moved forward to the center of the crowd.

  This serpent is feeding the people a poisoned apple of untruths and false hope. The poison must be extracted, and who
better to do the job.

  “You would have us believe that Adonai makes mistakes?” The contempt and genuine curiosity in his voice could not have been faked if he wanted to. “If what you say is true, then you must hold that the commands and laws that He gave us to follow were wrong. The Almighty does not make mistakes that need correction, and to say that He does is blasphemy. Do you deny it?”

  The crowd cleared a path as Moloch made his way closer to the Pharisee. Everyone remained silent and attentive. All eyes had been on the priest as he spoke, but they now turned to the Pharisee who stood motionless. He was clearly not used to being challenged during his speeches, but it didn’t take long for him to regain his composure and refute the allegations.

  “You say Adonai is infallible? Do you recall a man named Noah? Of course a man as learned as you must remember him. Adonai chose him to build an ark, collect animals, and survive the great flood with his family. When it was over, Adonai looked upon the devastation He had caused and wept because it had been a terrible thing to do. The Lord promised to never destroy the world by flood again. What is that if not an admission of error?”

  “Your lack of understanding is laughable...” Moloch began.

  “We are made in Adonai’s image. Just as we often err in new ventures, so does our Father. It is only through experience that we, and He, can come to know the proper course. That is why He has chosen to speak through me and other prophets of the day. He has seen where the current course has brought us, and He does not want it to continue. Adonai wants his chosen people to be free once more. We are little more than the slaves we were in Egypt two thousand years ago. The Promised Land has become our prison, but we will take it back! If you’re not with us you’re against us.” The Pharisee said, pointing at Moloch.

  The crowd roared with applause. A lone voice cried out “Get him!”, and they began closing in on the Moloch. There was little time to react. He and his men might have been able to defend themselves against such a horde, but the carnage would draw too much attention. Moloch chose a different path. Tearing away his tunic, he revealed the golden garments hidden beneath. The mob stopped at once. Some ran, some looked to their crimson leader for counsel, but most just stared. The Pharisee was frozen in place.

  “Still plan to have your mob execute me?” Moloch said, his confidence returning.

  “I did not mean for them to get so out of hand. Had I known you to be a priest…” Words failed him.

  Had you known me to be a priest you would have tried to have me killed discreetly, as opposed to out in public.

  “Go on.” Moloch demanded.

  “It is not often that we see Sadducees this far from Jerusalem. I stand behind my words. I will not submit to the tyranny of the High Priest or the Romans.” The man looked from side to side as he spoke, as if waiting for unseen assailants to drag him away in chains or take his head. It was not uncommon for men to be killed for less.

  “You’re a brave man, I’ll give you that. Not many would say such a thing to my face.” Moloch took a step towards the man, who winced as the priest approached him. “You’ve nothing to fear from me. We are not all as vengeful and hate filled as you assume. I do sincerely hope you will turn from your sinful ways, back to the true path Adonai has set for all of us. Now, if you will excuse me, I have other matters that require my attention. Good day.”

  The Pharisee stood still for a moment, clearly confused by Moloch’s quick forgiveness. He tried to exit the market as quickly as possible. The mob disbanded, turning back into individuals and remembering the myriad of things they had to do in their own lives.

  “Samuel, I’d like you to follow that man.” Moloch turned to his guard. “Find out where he resides, and return to me as soon as possible. Do not be seen. Daniel, you will remain by my side in case there is any more trouble.”

  “As you command.” Samuel disappeared in the crowd. A few moments later Moloch was startled by a booming voice from behind.

  “The arrogance of that fool is unbelievable. These commoners would sooner deny their lineage and lay with sinners than do an honest day’s work and pay their dues. Never listen to such lies Yohan, and never betray your heritage like your cousin.” A woman said to a young boy as she approached Moloch. “That was a barbaric display. I’m so relieved to see you are alright. To meet a priest in Nazareth is as much a shock as it is a treat.” She said.

  “It is important for us to visit all places where servants of Adonai dwell. It’s a delight to hear that at least one person can see through the treachery of the Pharisees. Might I ask you name, dear lady?” Moloch asked.

  “I am Elizabeth, a true servant of Adonai, unlike many of these imposters. And with good reason, my family is old and distinguished. You and I are kin, you know. I am a Daughter of Aaron just as you are a Son.” Elizabeth said, her face beaming.

  “It’s wonderful to meet you, Elizabeth.” Her face was familiar. “Have we met before?”

  “I doubt it.” She said. “I live in Hebron. I was only visiting for a family celebration, and remained for a family tragedy. My niece’s husband passed recently.”

  “Joseph? Yes, that’s it. You were with the widow when I offered my condolences.” Moloch stared. The wheels in his head were turning at lightning speed, making all the necessary connections.

  If this woman is truly a Daughter of Aaron, it is possible that the Joshua could be a Son of Aaron. So many descendants do not follow the path to priesthood, but if I have any say in the matter Joshua will.

  “What an honor this is for me as well. Does your son plan to join the ranks of the priests in the Holy City?” Moloch asked.

  “His father insists that he follow in the family mercantile business. A practical idea, but not one I fancy. I wish he would take up a nobler calling like yours.” Elizabeth said and her smile widened.

  “We need young and exuberant members to help win back the people’s loyalty and trust, but merchants serve an important purpose as well. Tell me, what path will Joshua be following?”

  The smile faded from her face and her eyes narrowed as she responded.

  “He has apprenticed with his father as a carpenter for many years. I presume he will continue on that path, thought he isn’t very skilled in the art of woodworking…or anything for that matter.”

  “I thought he showed off his speaking skills at the funeral quite well. It is such an awful thing for a young boy to lose a parent, but his words were a beautiful testament to his father’s life.” Moloch said.

  “The boy likes to make speeches, but he is sorely lacking in manners. Perhaps I can teach him some during my stay.” Elizabeth said.

  “I assume you will be staying until the end of the Shiva to help your family?” Moloch said.

  “Indeed. My niece is in dire need of my assistance in all respects, not just because of the recent tragedy. I will provide her aid as any honorable Judean would expect.”

  “I’m sure she will greatly appreciate any help you can give. I wonder if I might have the opportunity for a word with the boys before I leave the city. Becoming a priest, or not, is a very serious and important decision and I think they might benefit from the words of someone who has been where they are now.”

  Elizabeth’s eyes lit up. One might think she just found a bag of gold in the street. She grabbed Yohan by the collar and kissed his forehead.

  “That would be wonderful. Yohan would be honored to receive your sage wisdom, though Joshua will undoubtedly take it for granted. Say thank you, son.” Elizabeth said, elbowing Yohan hard in the ribs.

  “Thank you, sir.” He replied, rubbing his side.

  “You’re very welcome child. You may reach me at the White Horse Inn.” Moloch said, pointing in the inn’s general direction. “I look forward to our next meeting.”

  “Let’s go Yohan.” Elizabeth grabbed Yohan and scurried into the crowd.

  “Could this day get any more exciting?” Moloch said when they were out of sight. “Come Daniel, I feel the need
to train again.”

  20

  The food smelled delicious. Elizabeth had brought back fresh fish from the market, which she promptly cleaned and cooked for lunch. Miriam, not for lack of trying, was never able to cook as well as her aunt. It was the first time since Joseph’s death that she had any appetite, and she couldn’t help but rip off a small piece of flaky fish to try. As she did, a wooden spoon came down on her hand with a crack.

  “Honestly, where are your manners?” Elizabeth said. “Wait for the children. I sent Yohan to find Joshua. They’ll be back any minute.”

  The hit didn’t leave a mark, but a dull ache persisted for several minutes. Childhood memories of admonishments and critiques came flooding into Miriam’s mind. Her aunt always cared about appearances and propriety, things which meant even less to Miriam as an adult than they did in her youth. As soon as she turned twelve she tried to find a man that would marry her and take her away from her aunt’s tyranny. Elizabeth tried equally hard to dismiss any man she deemed unworthy for her niece and family.

  Miriam met Joseph during a pilgrimage to the Holy Temple in Jerusalem. Already in his twenties and never married, he was somewhat reluctant to believe such a young maiden was interested in him. The idea of subverting her aunt’s will didn’t sit well with him, but Miriam persisted. Elizabeth was furious when she found them together and tried to stop them, but Miriam ran away with Joseph to his hometown of Bethlehem. It was there that they were married and, shortly thereafter, Joshua was conceived.

  In an attempt to repair their broken relationship, Miriam traveled to see Elizabeth only to find that she was also with child. An uncommon occurrence for a woman so advanced in age, but a development which helped to mend their broken ties. With her own child to

  coddle and smother, Elizabeth “forgave” Miriam and let her live her life in peace.

  “You won’t believe who I met in the marketplace, Miriam.” Elizabeth said, as she placed fresh baked bread on the table.

  “Who was that aunt?” Miriam indulged.

  “A priest, Moloch is his name, visiting from the Holy City. You might remember him from the funeral. He offered his condolences. I can’t believe the way I spoke to him. If only I had known who he was at the time.”

  “I have some memory of him. He asked to speak to me, but he didn’t mention he was a priest.”

  “Yes, I’m sure he didn’t wish to call attention to himself at your husband’s funeral. I told him all about Yohan and our family. He seemed very interested in Joshua too, though I can’t see why. Something about his eulogy, I think.”

  Miriam and Elizabeth were both descendants of the original High Priest, Aaron, who served under King David. Only men descended from his bloodline were allowed to become priests. Not all descendants became priests, but it was encouraged. In the thousand years since Aaron’s death, his family expanded so much that it became difficult to discern the true descendants from those falsely claiming his ancestry.

  Miriam’s eyes narrowed and her fake smile faded as her aunt brought up their family. She hated the way Elizabeth spoke about blood and lineage. If being descended from Aaron meant she needed to treat others poorly and spoil her child, Miriam wanted no part of it. She knew her remarks would start an argument, but refused to hold her tongue.

  “Must you always go around boasting about our family? There are thousands of Sons and Daughters of Aaron roaming the land, yet somehow you think we’re special.”

  “Perhaps that little carpenter of yours wouldn’t qualify as special, but my Yohan will be High Priest one day, you’ll see.”

  “Ha. If we want a High Priest who seeks his mother’s approval in everything he does, Yohan would be perfect.” Miriam said.

  “Obedience and respect are admirable qualities.” Elizabeth said, waving her spoon above her head like a mace. “Why do you always try to hurt me so? I took you in, raised you and loved you as my own.”

  “I’m sorry, aunt.”

  That was how their disagreements always went. Elizabeth made an unkind remark, Miriam rebuked it or retaliated, and Elizabeth played the role of the unjustly accosted victim. Even though Miriam just lost her husband, their irregular dynamic hadn’t changed.

  “I invited Moloch for supper so he can meet the boys before he moves on. I trust you approve?”

  “You shouldn’t have done that without consulting me. I bear no ill will towards the Sadducees. I remain a faithful servant of Adonai, but the priests grow more unpopular by the day. I would have preferred to meet with him somewhere other than my home.” Miriam said.

  “Don’t speak such nonsense. The Pharisees and their heretical ideals are a passing trend. I am shocked to hear this coming from a Daughter of Aaron. Have you no pride?” Elizabeth said, her voice rising with each sentence.

  The answer was no, but Miriam was interrupted before she could answer. Yohan came running into the house and into his mother’s arms, tears rolling down his cheeks and fresh blood smeared on his upper lip. Joshua appeared in the doorway as Yohan entered his mother’s embrace.

  “Who did this to you?” Elizabeth said. Her eyes grew wide.

  “Joshua...” Yohan said through his tears.

  Letting go of her son, Elizabeth brandished her spoon and flew at Joshua in a fury.

  “You foul little ruffian.” She said. Joshua made no attempt to avoid her attack, but he had no need to. Miriam stepped between them and took the blow on her upper arm, falling to the ground.

  “Get out of the way. Someone needs to discipline that boy of yours before he turns into a criminal. Assaulting innocent people for no reason? What’s next?” Elizabeth said.

  “If my son needs discipline, I’ll be the one to administer it.” Miriam said as she rose from the ground. “As for innocence, I doubt your son has any to speak of. Joshua, why did you hit him?”

  “He insulted you and father.” Joshua said.

  “I want you to leave, aunt. You and your son came to my house during our time of mourning and insulted me, my son, and my husband’s memory. I’ll not have your poisonous presence infect my family. Get out!” Miriam said, a fire burning in her eyes.

  “You see, Yohan, this is what happens when you try to help spoiled, ungrateful family members. Come.” Elizabeth led Yohan out of the house and, Miriam believed, out of their lives.

  The tears were already flowing when Miriam grabbed Joshua and held him close. She cried not for her actions or for her aunt’s departure, but because she had no idea what else to do. There had always been someone to help guide her decisions in the past, first her aunt, then Joseph. Now she alone was responsible for the choices that would affect her family’s future.

  “Don’t cry mother. We’ll be alright. Did she hurt you?” Joshua hugged his mother tight.

  “I’m fine. We’re fine. Things will be difficult, but we will persevere. I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you these past few days. That will change from now on. We have to work together.” She said, wiping her eyes and taking her son’s face in her hands. She squeezed him. Upon release something in her changed. Miriam wiped away her tears and took hold of Joshua’s shoulders. She knew she had to be strong for her son.

  “Now about this hitting business. I’ll not have it from my son. I never want to hear of it again.”

  “But you didn’t hear what he said about father!” Joshua pleaded.

  “I don’t care what he said. Self-control is imperative in this world. Hitting someone, especially family, is unacceptable. You hit him, he hits you, and soon I’m burying my son next to my husband. You go right to bed without supper.”

  “But I’m a man now. Men don’t get sent to bed without supper.”

  Miriam laughed at Joshua’s childish remark.

  “Being a man does not give you the right to do anything you want. It means you will be held responsible for the things you do, so make sure you do good things.” Miriam said, bursting into fresh tears as she finished.

  “I’m sorry, mother. I won�
�t do it again.”

  “You’re a good boy. I don’t mean to be so cross with you, but you’re the man of the house now. I’ll need your help taking care of the three of us.”

  “Three?” Joshua said, looking at his mother with curiosity.

  “Yes.” Miriam said, placing her hands on her stomach. “Three.”

  21

  “That’s what I said, twenty gold quenarii.” A drunken man sat at the tavern counter telling anyone that would listen. “That man wants her something fierce.”

  Thea sipped her wine and listened from a lonesome corner of the room.

  “You’ve had too much ale. No man would offer a bounty of twenty gold quenarii.” A man next to the drunkard said.

  “It’s true! See for yourself if you don’t believe me. His name’s Barba. He has a stand in the marketplace selling trinkets.”

  The lands of Judea and Galilee faced hard times. Work was scarce, and more men turned to crime every day. Bounties were placed on the heads of the worst offenders, the perfect situation for Thea and other bounty hunters.

  Most people believe they are good, and make excuses for their bad behavior. If their well-being is put in jeopardy or they feel they are being cheated in some way they believe that morality can be suspended.

  Thea did not care about the reasons for their crimes, only that she could profit from their folly.

  “Thanks for the tip.” Thea tossed the drunk a single copper as she left the tavern.

  “Thanks lady, but you’re not really interested going to try to collect that bounty are you? That’s work for a man.”

  Thea swept the drunk’s chair out from under him, took back her copper, and walked out of the tavern.

  “What the hell?” The drunk said.

  “You fool.” Thea heard the bartender say to the drunk as she left. “That’s Theaphilus, the most ruthless female bounty hunter in the world.”

  At least someone gives me the respect I deserve. Time to pay this Barba a visit.

  Few professions allowed women entry. Thea refused to marry and subject herself to the will of a man, so in her mind there were only two ways for a woman to get by in the world. She could sell her body, which she considered just another way of bowing to a man’s will. Thea never entertained that idea for a moment. The other option was selling her sword. The choice was simple. Most female bounty hunters were regarded with disdain or mocked, but Thea built a reputation that even the most misogynistic men respected. She always caught or killed her mark and cut out the tongue of any man who dared utter an unkind word in her direction. Unlike many other types of work a bounty price was fixed, so there was no gender discrimination. A man once tried to cheat Thea on her bounty and lost his ability to procreate because of it.

  Time spent in smaller cities was often a waste, but every now and then a worthwhile hunt arose. On her way back to Rome, a country far more accepting of female warriors than Judea or Galilee, she happened to stop in the town of Sepphoris. It wasn’t small by any means, and known for its immoral populous, yet there were few bounties high enough to be worth her effort. The lead might be a waste of time, but it was better than nothing. Another hour wouldn’t hurt, so she decided to call upon the man.

  She located the merchant with ease. His robes were black, an uncommon color to wear in such a harsh climate. He also wore a head wrap that was pulled low, covering his right eye.

  “What can I get for the lady?” The merchant began his sale speech without hesitation as she approached.

  “I have no need for low quality trinkets. Are you Barba, the one offering the bounty?”

  “Who’s asking?” He said.

  “My name is Theaphilus, but most call me Thea. I’m here to solve your problem. Tell me about the mark.”

  “A female bounty hunter? Don’t waste my time little lady.” He said, turning away to help another customer.

  A dagger flew straight at Barba. It didn’t strike him, but it came close enough to pierce the wrap on his head. Thea recoiled at the sight of the freshly mutilated right eye the wrap had been hiding. Barba stared at the knife sticking in the stone wall behind him for a moment, and then turned back to Thea.

  “You bitch. I’ll have your head for that.” Barba unsheathed his sword.

  “I’d not do that if I were you. If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead. I never miss my target.” Thea already had another dagger in hand. “The next one is aimed at your other eye, so I suggest you put that away unless you are eager to go through life as a blind man.”

  Barba put down his weapon, his rage faded and a smile appeared. Thea preferred the hostile scowl to his repelling grin.

  “Well, you can throw a knife, I’ll give you that. Your mark is a young girl, probably twelve or thirteen. She’s got long brown hair, wears old leather, and carries a bow and arrow. She’s handy with that bow, even killed my apprentice.”

  “She will never know I’m there until it’s too late. Is it true that you are offering twenty gold pieces for the girl’s demise?”

  It was the high price that had attracted Thea. She did not relish the thought of capturing another female. It would not be as satisfying as a man, but with twenty gold quenarii she would be set for years. Bounties were not scarce, but purses were getting smaller and she was not getting any younger.

  “No. The price is five gold quenarii dead, but twenty if you bring her to me alive. She stole my goods, killed my apprentice, and most importantly took my eye. I want to make her suffer before cutting her throat.”

  Goosebumps broke out on her skin. Repulsive clients were a staple of the business, and Barba seemed no different than most. The girl had done a great deal of damage to him, and his thirst for revenge was understandable. Vengeance fueled hunts always paid the best. Still, something inside told Thea not to take the job, but greed wins over caution every time.

  “How do I know you have the gold? I find it hard to believe that someone dealing in such cheap wares has five quenarii, let alone twenty.”

  Barba reached into his robe and pulled out a bulging coin purse. He opened it and tilted it towards Thea. The contents glittered as the sunlight hit them. There was far more than twenty gold quenarii inside. Thea wondered how he came to possess such a large amount of gold, but it wasn’t her concern.

  “She’ll be yours within a fortnight.”

  Barba’s unwashed face erupted with laughter. Thea turned to avoid the sight of it. It was then that something caught her eye. A young girl, no older than twelve, was pocketing one of Barba’s stones. Thea stared too long. Barba turned and, upon realizing he was being robbed, grabbed the girl with surprising speed.

  “Thieves abound. I’ll not be made a fool again. You’ll pay for your crime here and now you worthless little street urchin.” He pulled his sword free and held her hand down against the wood. She struggled hard, screaming for mercy. Thea moved faster than even she thought possible, applying pressure to a spot on the back of Barba’s neck and causing him to collapse on the hard ground. The girl broke free of his grasp and ran away into the crowd, dropping what she had stolen.

  Thea backed away from Barba as he got to his feet. He did not attack Thea, having enough sense in his disoriented state not to try something so foolish. Instead, he ran in the direction the girl had gone, returning less than a minute later. There was no hope of finding her. Thea recovered the item the girl dropped and placed it back on his cart. Barba looked at her, hand still clutching his sword, unsure of what to do.

  “You have lost nothing, let it go. And before you try to attack me I remind you what I am capable of doing. I will take on your hunt, so you better have that gold ready for me when I return.”

  “You aren’t the only one on the hunt missy. Hope you don’t get your pretty head chopped off by the competition.” Barba howled with laughter and returned to his work as if nothing had happened.

  Ignoring the comment, Thea walked back the way she had come. She was shocked to see that the little girl had not fled. Thea watche
d the girl duck into an alley as she approached. It was a dead end. The girl cowered in the corner as Thea came nearer.

  “Fear not child. I mean you no harm. You should be getting as far from here as possible. If Barba sees you again, he’ll likely take your head along with your hands.”

  “This is my home. Where am I to go?”

  “An orphan, are you?” The tattered rags she wore were proof enough, but the nod of her head gave certainty. “I was an orphan once upon a time. Let me offer you some advice. You may not have a choice about how your life began or how it will end, but you can choose what to do in between. Just because people tell you that you are worthless does not make it so.”

  Thea retreated. As she reached the mouth of the alley she felt a tug on her robes. In an instant her knife was drawn and at the girl’s throat. She did not scream or try to run as she did when Barba had her pinned.

  “Please, take me with you. Teach me to be like you.” The girl pleaded.

  “Don’t speak such nonsense. There is no one like me.” Thea said, releasing her grip.

  Thea did not immediately disregard the idea. The girl was about the same age Thea was when she began training. She felt pity for the girl, but the thought of being responsible for another life frightened her more than a hundred armed men.

  “Please. I don’t want to be alone anymore.” Tears filled the little girl’s eyes.

  “Come along then, but I can’t guarantee your safety. And stop that crying. What’s your name, girl?”

  The tears dried up almost instantly and a devilish grin took their place. “I don’t know my real name. I’ve had many names over the years, but the old lady around the corner who feeds me sometimes likes to call me Trickster.”

  Thea smiled at her new ward.

  Looks like I found myself a little performer. Perhaps she could be of some use.

  22

  It was late when Samuel returned bearing news of the Pharisee. Moloch paced in his quarters awaiting his guard’s arrival.

  “Sir...”

  “What kept you, Samuel?” Moloch’s voice rang.

  “Our friend was a busy man. I tailed him across half the city listening to him spew the same waste from his mouth. He returned to his residence only now.”

  “Did he see you?”

  “I am not easily detected.” Samuel smiled.

  “Good. Let’s pay him a visit. Get Daniel and change into these.” Moloch grabbed two sets of black robes and handed them to Samuel. “We don’t want to be seen by anyone tonight.”

  The feel of the foreign clothing was unnerving. His golden robes could not be worn on this venture, not even beneath the plain robes as he had done earlier in the day. It had been years since Moloch had been without his priestly robes of satin and silk. The rough woolen material chaffed his skin and left him feeling hollow, naked in a way. Samuel and Daniel were ready and waiting by the time he finished changing. They also looked strange to him out of their traditional attire, but it was a necessity.

  “Can you lead us there?” Moloch asked Samuel. Nazareth was a large city, not nearly as large as Jerusalem but large enough for an outsider to lose his way. The moon was full, but there was a dense cloud covering preventing any light from reaching the surface and making the streets difficult to navigate.

  “Once I’ve been somewhere I can always find my way back. It’s this way.” Samuel led them through the black, twisting causeways of Nazareth. He never paused or showed even the slightest doubt that they were going in the right direction. They followed without question. Any concern of being spotted melted away as they traveled. The streets were deserted except for a few homeless beggars asleep or passed out in the cities various holes and hideaways. Stopping abruptly, Samuel pointed at a small house a hundred meters up the road. Light from a fire burned inside.

  He’s still awake.

  The three men slowly approached their destination. Moloch had not told his men what they would be doing, but they were not naive. He knew their loyalty would not falter under any circumstances, but some things are best left unsaid.

  “Daniel, go around back. Samuel, stay with me. We will...” Moloch stopped mid-sentence when the Pharisee appeared in the doorway.

  The Pharisee hurried from his home. Moloch and his men stood no more than twenty meters from the door. The man no longer wore his crimson robes, but his illuminated face and long beard of solid black were unmistakable. He walked right past Moloch and his men without noticing their presence. Their clothing allowed them to blend in with the darkness, rendering them almost invisible when they stood still. When the Pharisee was a safe distance away, Moloch tapped his men on their shoulders and pointed to follow.

  There was nothing preventing them from confronting the man in the street, but curiosity stopped Moloch. Where was he going? Who was he meeting? Why so late? More was to be gained by waiting than by acting in haste.

  It wasn’t easy following the Pharisee, the sound of his wooden sandals coming down heavily on the ground was the only assurance they were still on his tail. Moloch and his men had not worn anything on their feet to prevent such detection. They almost lost him in a series

  of quick turns, but the moon came out from behind the clouds at the right moment to show them the way.

  What more proof is there that we are doing the will of Adonai?

  Coming to a halt at a large hall, the Pharisee was greeted by two armed sentries. He was allowed to pass without pause. Moloch pulled his men into an alley and spoke in a whisper.

  “I want you to get as close as possible to those men, but do not be seen. I’m going to find a way in around back. When the time comes, take care of the guards.”

  “How will we know when the time comes?” Daniel asked.

  “They’ll turn their backs.”

  Moloch crept to the back of the building. There was only one sentry guarding the rear entrance, and he was not diligent in his duties. His weapon was sheathed and he stared up at the moon as it peeked out from behind the cloud cover once again. Moloch wondered what thoughts occupied the man’s mind as he looked up at the glowing orb, hoping they were worthy of such an important moment in his life.

  Without a sound, Moloch positioned himself behind the man. He withdrew a dagger from his robe, covered the sentry’s mouth, and buried the blade in the unarmored flesh below his armpit. His muffled cries quickly turned to a whimper, then nothing, as he slumped to the ground.

  What a poor excuse for a sentry. This is almost too easy.

  Moloch entered the kitchen, looking for any sign of life. He moved from room to room until he heard voices. A dozen men were gathered in a large room at the center of the building. There were two more armed guards in the hall, one at each end. Braziers along the wall emitted a dim glow, but the room was still dark with plenty of shadows to hide in. All but one of the men sat at the table drinking wine. The Pharisee that led Moloch there paced at the table’s head.

  “Sit down. What has you so tense Jeremiah?” One of the men said.

  “It’s nothing. I had an odd feeling on the way here, as if I was being followed.” Jeremiah said.

  “Not to worry. We are well protected. Shall we get down to business?” Another chimed.

  “Yes.” Jeremiah pulled a piece of parchment from his robes and placed it on the table. “I have received word from the Holy City. Abraham is pleased with our efforts, but we must double them if we are to convert enough people in time for the next stage of the plan.”

  Each of the men took turns reading the parchment.

  “Very well, we will begin at once.” The oldest of the men proclaimed. They rose to their feet as if to leave.

  Moloch had remained in the shadows long enough. As quick as a serpent in the grass, he slinked from his hiding spot and struck. He extinguished the braziers one by one, his movements so fast it seemed like a blur to all looking on. The guards’ death cries filled the silent hall. The men at the table began the panic, calling out for their guards like a ch
ild for his mother. The only source of light remaining was a small candle in the middle of the table. They had nowhere to go.

  “Help! Guards!” Jeremiah cried out loudest of all.

  Footsteps were heard, though no figures were seen. Bone chilling yelps of agony echoed around them, their one hope for salvation destroyed in an instant by Moloch’s men. Jeremiah was still standing up when Moloch approached him from behind.

  “Good day gentlemen.” Moloch said, restraining Jeremiah with one arm and holding the dagger to his throat with the other. “Pity it had to be this way. You really are a fine speaker. I could have put your talents to good use if not for your insolence.”

  “Why are you doing this?” Jeremiah asked. The others seemed frozen in place, unable or unwilling to speak or move.

  “You think you can challenge Adonai and his true believers and go on living? I have to thank you, though.” Moloch picked the letter up with his dagger hand and placed it in his robe. Jeremiah pulled on Moloch’s arm, but could not break the priest’s iron grip. “Without your help, I never would have known who has been stirring up all this trouble of late.”

  “It’s not his real name. You’ll never find the prophet, and you certainly won’t harm him. Adonai speaks through him and protects him.”

  “Loyal to the end, I see. An admirable quality. For that, you have earned a quick death.”

  Moloch sliced his neck from ear to ear. Hot blood flowed down Jeremiah’s robe and his body went limp.

  The first lamb brought to slaughter, but not the last.

  “Abraham will be found and brought to bear for his crimes. I wouldn’t want any you to die thinking otherwise.” Moloch then turned to the others at the table, their eyes were fixed on him and their mouths open wide. “All of you shall share the same fate for your heresy. Daniel, Samuel, finish this.”

  Pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears. One by one they dropped. When it was finished, the three men waded calmly through the sea of carnage they created and walked victorious into the night’s cold, dark embrace.

  23

  “That is wonderful news Miriam. We can pray that it is another son to help you.”

  The Shiva was over, but Marta still visited Miriam to see if she needed anything. Miriam was not yet showing, but she felt the need to tell her closest friend about her condition.

  “Joseph and Joshua together could hardly support us with their woodwork. Now that he is gone I don’t know how we will manage.”

  “Your cousin has plenty of silver and gold. Her husband is a successful merchant. She will not let you live in poverty.”

  “You don’t know Elizabeth. Besides, she has gone home already. I have no intention of asking her for assistance after her harsh words, but even if I wanted to it’s too late.” Marta bit her lip, telling Miriam something was amiss. “What is it?”

  “Elizabeth has not left town. Ezra saw her entering an inn with her son this morning.  He spoke with her. She expressed deep remorse for the way she treated you, and wishes to speak to you. After your parting words she doesn’t want to come to your home and asked that we deliver

  this message to you.” Marta reached into her robe, pulled out a letter, and handed it to Miriam.

  “I don’t care much for what Elizabeth has to say. It probably has to do with that priest. I’ve never known her to show remorse before.”

  “No harm in reading. I can’t see why you wouldn’t want a priest in your home. It’s such an honor.”

  Marta had made her feelings about having a priest visit well known to Miriam. She even offered to prepare the meal if she would be allowed to stay and meet him. Miriam mentioned Moloch to her in passing while complaining about Elizabeth, but she hadn’t given the holy man’s potential visit another thought since.

  “I don’t know. It wasn’t my idea to invite him, but I can’t turn the man away if he comes knocking. Joseph tried to keep us as far removed from the conflict between the Pharisees and Sadducees as possible. The last thing I want is for my family to get dragged into such a dangerous mess. My sister must be fuming at the thought of missing a meeting with him.” Miriam could not resist the temptation. She unsealed the letter and read its contents.

  Dearest Miriam,

  I am filled with sadness when I think of what I put you through the other day. It was not my place to tell you how to live your life or discipline your child, especially during your time of mourning. I only hope you can find it in your heart to forgive a dreadful old woman. What else do we have in this life besides family? I will not contact you again if that is your wish, but if you prefer to put this awful mess behind us please come see me. Ezra will be able to tell you where I am.

  All my love,

  Elizabeth

  It was a good thing she was sitting down, or she would have fallen flat on her back while reading.

  “What does it say?” Marta asked when Miriam looked up from the letter.

  “Where is my aunt staying?”

  “Ezra said they are at the White Horse Inn in the central bazaar.”

  “I must go. Please stay here, Marta. Don’t tell Joshua where I’ve gone. Poor thing has been in his room all day reading. If he comes out make sure he eats something.”

  “Of course I will. Do be careful.” Marta said as Miriam rushed out of the house.

  Miriam dashed through the streets. The pitches of vendors and beggars alike went unnoticed as she sped toward her aunt. The letter was still clutched in her fist when she arrived at the inn.

  “What do you need? A room for an hour, or the whole night?” The innkeeper said as she entered.

  Miriam ignored the comment, as vile as the insinuation was. Women did not dare speak their minds to men, even the lowest of the low. “I’m looking for my aunt. She’s an older woman staying with a young boy. What room are they in?”

  “Might be someone here who fits that description and might not be. Depends what I get out of the deal.”

  “I have no money, if that’s what you’re looking for.”

  The innkeeper got to his feet and looked Miriam up and down as if she was a horse up for auction.

  “Money wasn’t what I had in mind.” He ran his hand down the sleeve of her robe, causing her to jump back.

  Miriam felt helpless. Elizabeth would have torn the man apart with her bare hands, or at least her words, had he tried anything like that with her. Miriam was about to turn and run, but as she stepped back she bumped into someone.

  “Fear not, dear lady. This vermin will do you no harm.”

  She looked up to find a tall man with bright orange hair and golden robes staring back at her. It was the priest from the funeral, the man who she had no desire to meet again until that moment. His grin was welcoming, and she moved behind him to shield herself from the innkeeper.

   ”Who you calling vermin old man? You think I care about them robes? I’ll stain ‘em red without a second thought.”

  “I’m not about to fight in front of a woman. Daniel.” He turned and called outside. A man in armor entered brandishing his sword. “Now I believe the lady needed something. What was that?”

  “I’m looking for my aunt. She’s staying here.”

  Moloch stared down the innkeeper, whose color drained at the sight of the warrior. He could do nothing but stare at the sword in Daniel’s hand.

  “S-second room one on the right.” He stammered.

  “Your help is most appreciated. Daniel, would you be so kind as to take this man outside and show him what happens to those who mistreat women in my presence.”

  “But I told you what you wanted!” The innkeeper pleaded as Daniel approached him.

  “For that, you get to keep your life. Whatever else happens, consider it your penance.”

  Daniel grabbed the innkeeper by the back of his neck and dragged him outside as he kicked and pleaded.

  “Thank you, sir. I owe you my life, or at the very least my dignity.” Miriam bowed before the priest.

  “No need for than
ks. These are dangerous times we live in. A woman should not be out alone in the streets. Did you say you are here to meet your aunt?”

  “Yes, my aunt, Elizabeth. She has been staying here for a few days.” Miriam clenched her fist to make sure the letter was still in her hand.

  “Elizabeth? Of course, I apologize for not recognizing you my lady. I thought Elizabeth was staying with you. We were supposed to dine together once your grieving period ended as I recall. How is your son?”

  “He is coping as well as can be expected.” The lie rolled off her tongue without hesitation. Joshua was despondent, distant, and moody since Joseph’s passing, but she wasn’t about to tell that to a stranger. “Would you mind joining me when I speak to her? Our last words were not amiable, and I think the presence of a holy man will keep things more civil.”

  “It would be my pleasure. I was planning to call upon both of you today, and now seems as good a time as any.” The priest replied, and they walked to Elizabeth’s chamber together.

  Miriam knocked on the door.

  “Who is it? What do you want?” A voice called out. Miriam would know the disdain of Elizabeth’s voice anywhere.

  “It’s Miriam. I got your letter.”

  The door swung open. The hardened expression Miriam had come to know so well was not present on her aunt’s face. It was replaced by a smile. Her elation knew no bounds when she noticed Moloch was there as well.

  “What a surprise. Come in. Come in.” Elizabeth ushered them in, pulled up chairs, and poured them each a glass of wine. “I wasn’t expecting this, but I’m so happy you are both here.”

  “I’ll drink to that.” Moloch said, raising his glass and then downing the contents in one swallow.

  “I haven’t come to celebrate, only to hear you out. Speak before I go.” Miriam was still rattled from her encounter with the innkeeper and wanted this meeting over as quickly as possible. She wanted nothing more than to go to the public bath and wash, but she was already there and needed to hear Elizabeth’s apology first hand.

  “Miriam. Let us put this nonsense behind us. A great opportunity has been offered to our children, and it is our duty to do the best we can by them. Hear Moloch out. You will not be displeased by what you hear.”

  Is this some sort of conspiracy? Have they planned this together?

  Miriam did not like being the only one left out of the secret. Joseph kept many things about his past from her, but he was her husband. A woman is not meant to question her husband. But this involved her son, and where her son was involved Miriam wanted to know everything.

  “We did not mean to be so cryptic, Miriam. I was unaware that you weren’t informed of the situation by your aunt. We met yesterday in the market and discussed possibilities for the boys’ futures. I regret bringing this up so soon after Joseph’s passing, but time is short. I wish for Joshua to accompany me to Jerusalem, where he will be trained as a priest. Yohan will also be joining him, so he will not be alone. Elizabeth was quite enthusiastic about the idea when we spoke about it early this morning. I hope you will share her excitement.”

  It sounded like a wonderful proposition, but something didn’t sit right with Miriam.

  “What do you want with my son? You came here with the clear intention of getting him, and it seems only my husband’s death slowed you down. Why do you want Joshua?” Miriam asked.

  “Your son is a fine speaker. It is a rare gift, and since only descendants of Aaron can become priests, it is even rarer among our brethren. He is well learned and charismatic. Our ranks diminish each year. The list goes on, but it all amounts to the same thing. We want him.” Moloch said.

  There it was laid out before her. It was her husband’s wish that Joshua follow in his footsteps as a carpenter, but Joseph was gone and Joshua wasn’t ready to take up the trade alone. The idea seemed logical. He would never have to worry about money again, and his talent for speaking, reading, and writing would be put to good use. Still, Miriam refused to make the decision for him. It must be his choice to make.

  “I’m sorry to say I can’t make that sort of decision for my son. I will speak to him about it, and let him decide which path his life will take.”

  “Boys never know what’s good for them. It’s our job as mothers to steer them down the correct path. Don’t be foolish Miriam.” Elizabeth said.

  Something tells me that if Joshua does not go along with their plan, Yohan won’t be welcome.

  “I’ll inform Joshua of his options, and get back to you as soon as possible.” Miriam directed her comment to Moloch and ignored Elizabeth’s remarks.

  “If you accept our offer, we will require proof of your lineage. You do have the proper papers I assume?” Moloch said.

  “That will not be a problem, though it may take some time. The proof is at my home in Hebron.” Elizabeth said.

  “Very well, I suppose the rest is up to Joshua. Let him know our time is short. We leave in tomorrow, with or without the boys.”

  24

  I don’t fit in with the other men. Saul favors me and many have grown jealous of our relationship. Already I am being harassed for my size and proclivity for reading, writing, and playing music. My father taught me these things at a young age. He said that being well educated would keep the traders in the marketplace from cheating me, but all they seem to do is make me an outcast.