Chapter Eight Meaty Justice 12 The way to the fortress was well known, for Simon had often been there. So, both rode toward the fortress in knowing silence. After being loudly announced by the sentry at the grand entrance, an outer courtyard of the commanding building, a small man came out and met them. "Sirs, I am Hirmal from Jabesh-Gilead, the retrievers of King Saul's body. I am the honored servant of our Centurion and pleased to be at your service. Our Master, the Centurion will see you in his official chambers." With that, he turned and started to lead the men into the great hall. Turning to Iketchi, Simon said, "Stay here in the courtyard. I will return in a while. Have no concern here as we are welcomed and the centurion is a friend." …show more content…
After stepping to the right and leaning against the wall, the door shut behind them and seemed to disappear, not showing the outline, hinges, or handle. Being extra quiet and still, the Centurion and Simon stood and began to watch the proceedings. Pilate sat in a royal blue high-backed chair with thick gold-plated armrests. A man was pleading his grievance against another man who apparently had taken a cow from the first man's field. "How do you know he took the cow?" asked Pilate. The accuser spoke up and gave his reasoning with waving arms and raised voice. "When I left me house, me big red um was home. That man right there was home too. When I come back hoof prints led out of my field and my red un was gone! He were the only one who could have taken him!" "I was home alright, but I did not take your cow." the other man blurted in. “You did. You have always wanted me cow. And you took him!” “I never wanted your skin and bones ugly cow!” “Silence,” commanded Pilate. Looking at the first man, he asked, “Did anyone see him take your cow?” …show more content…
Find the hoof prints leading out of the field and follow them to see where they lead. Count the number of cows in each man's field. Then report directly back to me. We will be waiting for your return. Both you men stand against that wall and await my decision." Pilate blew out a lung full of air and quickly walked over to where the Centurion and Simon were standing and said, not intending for it to be a greeting, "Well, Burning Pompey! I have never seen such stupid people as those living in this region. I will teach them a thing or two by the time I leave and this fellow will become a peon if he has wasted my time. Simon, come into my chambers and we will discuss your proposal." He turned and led Simon into a small adjacent room. “Sit down my friend. Care for some delicious grape Roman