Zagreus_D
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The soldiers came, as John knew they would come.
He was glad that they came in the early morning. No crowd had yet begun gather at his small camp set near the bend of the river, and most of his disciples were away, gone into the city for news and supplies. They had left at first light in order to return before the heat of the day. Would they have seen the soldiers leaving the city? Would they have guessed at their purpose?
John set aside the remains of his breakfast. He preferred to eat the simple fruits of the forest, roots, nuts, and grubs, rather than the fine offerings of the wives and mothers that came to hear him speak, or the standard fair, such as his disciples had gone to procure from the market. It was cleansing to the spirit to eat directly of God's great bounty, unaltered to suit the fickle tastes of men.
John put his hand on the shoulder of the boy who sat at his feet, drawing some final comfort from the company of the only friend close at hand. "When the others wake, tell them I have been summoned by King Herod. Tell them that all is well with me, and not to despair. Everything shall pass in accordance with the Lord's will." The boys eyes grew wide as he suddenly understood the implication of John's words. John smiled to offer the boy assurance, and he stood to walk out and meet the soldiers.
The men did not bully or abuse John in any way. When they heard that he would follow them willingly, they did not bind or shackle him. They simply surrounded him, so that he was made to walk at the center of the company. One of the younger men near the back made an attempt to goad John.
"You holy man," the foolish soldier taunted, "After the king has cut off your head, you should let me take your pretty hair as a gift for my wife. She is as bald as a pig, and as ugly as a buzzard. I hear you always preach of charity. What charity will you offer to a man cursed with such a wife? I could take you from behind, and I wouldn't be able to tell you apart from the fairest of maidens!"
John did not find the comment worthy of any response at all, but an older soldier censured the young man. It was bad business taking a holy man, and although John knew that these pagan's offered no obedience to the one true god, they were fraught with superstition, and many of them feared that some magical retribution would befall them for their participation in John's death.
The soldiers marched John along the main street of the city, and citizens and travelers stopped to stare at the spectacle. John even caught a glimpse of his comrades pushing toward the front of the crowd to see what they could see. They were not foolish enough to attempt to intervene.
Soon enough the company marched through the gates of the palace and left the common throng behind. It was too early in the day yet for an immediate audience with the king, so John expected to be led to some isolated cell removed at a distance from the luxurious palace, but to his surprise he was led directly to the gilded doors of the main hall of the palace. At the door, John's custody was transferred from the city soldiers to the palace guard, and he was escorted inside without explanation.
The halls were empty except for a few slaves and servants who moved about silently, completing their required chores. There was no grand assembly present to hear his trial, and yet there he was in the house of a king.
A strange foreboding gripped John. Something was terribly wrong. He was prepared to be tried and executed for his religious dissention. He had prayed, and set his mind at peace with the possibility of ridicule or torture. He felt certain that the time had come for him to face his death and return to the perfect paradise prepared for him in heaven. But then why was he being led, not to some dank dungeon or merciless court assembly, but into the very heart of the palace where queens and princes gorged themselves on the meager feasts of the earth, without wisdom to hunger for the finer nourishment promised by God's Kingdom?
After weaving a long and labyrinthine path over brightly tiled floors, and past elaborate frescos set in the walls, they finally stopped at a door. It was carved with fine detail, leaves, and flowers, and tiny birds and beasts inlaid with gold. The guard knocked at the door, and John waited for it to open, and reveal whatever mystery might lie beyond that would give justification to these strange circumstances.
He was glad that they came in the early morning. No crowd had yet begun gather at his small camp set near the bend of the river, and most of his disciples were away, gone into the city for news and supplies. They had left at first light in order to return before the heat of the day. Would they have seen the soldiers leaving the city? Would they have guessed at their purpose?
John set aside the remains of his breakfast. He preferred to eat the simple fruits of the forest, roots, nuts, and grubs, rather than the fine offerings of the wives and mothers that came to hear him speak, or the standard fair, such as his disciples had gone to procure from the market. It was cleansing to the spirit to eat directly of God's great bounty, unaltered to suit the fickle tastes of men.
John put his hand on the shoulder of the boy who sat at his feet, drawing some final comfort from the company of the only friend close at hand. "When the others wake, tell them I have been summoned by King Herod. Tell them that all is well with me, and not to despair. Everything shall pass in accordance with the Lord's will." The boys eyes grew wide as he suddenly understood the implication of John's words. John smiled to offer the boy assurance, and he stood to walk out and meet the soldiers.
The men did not bully or abuse John in any way. When they heard that he would follow them willingly, they did not bind or shackle him. They simply surrounded him, so that he was made to walk at the center of the company. One of the younger men near the back made an attempt to goad John.
"You holy man," the foolish soldier taunted, "After the king has cut off your head, you should let me take your pretty hair as a gift for my wife. She is as bald as a pig, and as ugly as a buzzard. I hear you always preach of charity. What charity will you offer to a man cursed with such a wife? I could take you from behind, and I wouldn't be able to tell you apart from the fairest of maidens!"
John did not find the comment worthy of any response at all, but an older soldier censured the young man. It was bad business taking a holy man, and although John knew that these pagan's offered no obedience to the one true god, they were fraught with superstition, and many of them feared that some magical retribution would befall them for their participation in John's death.
The soldiers marched John along the main street of the city, and citizens and travelers stopped to stare at the spectacle. John even caught a glimpse of his comrades pushing toward the front of the crowd to see what they could see. They were not foolish enough to attempt to intervene.
Soon enough the company marched through the gates of the palace and left the common throng behind. It was too early in the day yet for an immediate audience with the king, so John expected to be led to some isolated cell removed at a distance from the luxurious palace, but to his surprise he was led directly to the gilded doors of the main hall of the palace. At the door, John's custody was transferred from the city soldiers to the palace guard, and he was escorted inside without explanation.
The halls were empty except for a few slaves and servants who moved about silently, completing their required chores. There was no grand assembly present to hear his trial, and yet there he was in the house of a king.
A strange foreboding gripped John. Something was terribly wrong. He was prepared to be tried and executed for his religious dissention. He had prayed, and set his mind at peace with the possibility of ridicule or torture. He felt certain that the time had come for him to face his death and return to the perfect paradise prepared for him in heaven. But then why was he being led, not to some dank dungeon or merciless court assembly, but into the very heart of the palace where queens and princes gorged themselves on the meager feasts of the earth, without wisdom to hunger for the finer nourishment promised by God's Kingdom?
After weaving a long and labyrinthine path over brightly tiled floors, and past elaborate frescos set in the walls, they finally stopped at a door. It was carved with fine detail, leaves, and flowers, and tiny birds and beasts inlaid with gold. The guard knocked at the door, and John waited for it to open, and reveal whatever mystery might lie beyond that would give justification to these strange circumstances.