Historical Novels of Lew Wallace: Ben-Hur, The Prince of India & The Fair God (Illustrated). Lew Wallace

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and plucked the ripened vintage, careless of the sun. Lingering only to tighten their girdles, they said, "We are ready."

      Then Ben-Hur spoke to them.

      "Men of Galilee," he said, "I am a son of Judah. Will you take me in your company?"

      "We may have to fight," they replied.

      "Oh, then, I will not be first to run away!"

      They took the retort in good humor, and the messenger said, "You seem stout enough. Come along."

      Ben-Hur put off his outer garments.

      "You think there may be fighting?" he asked, quietly, as he tightened his girdle.

      "Yes."

      "With whom?"

      "The guard."

      "Legionaries?"

      "Whom else can a Roman trust?"

      "What have you to fight with?"

      They looked at him silently.

      "Well," he continued, "we will have to do the best we can; but had we not better choose a leader? The legionaries always have one, and so are able to act with one mind."

      The Galileans stared more curiously, as if the idea were new to them.

      "Let us at least agree to stay together," he said. "Now I am ready, if you are."

      "Yes, let us go."

      The khan, it should not be forgotten, was in Bezetha, the new town; and to get to the Praetorium, as the Romans resonantly styled the palace of Herod on Mount Zion, the party had to cross the lowlands north and west of the Temple. By streets--if they may be so called--trending north and south, with intersections hardly up to the dignity of alleys, they passed rapidly round the Akra district to the Tower of Mariamne, from which the way was short to the grand gate of the walled heights. In going, they overtook, or were overtaken by, people like themselves stirred to wrath by news of the proposed desecration. When, at length, they reached the gate of the Praetorium, the procession of elders and rabbis had passed in with a great following, leaving a greater crowd clamoring outside.

      A centurion kept the entrance with a guard drawn up full armed under the beautiful marble battlements. The sun struck the soldiers fervidly on helm and shield; but they kept their ranks indifferent alike to its dazzle and to the mouthings of the rabble. Through the open bronze gates a current of citizens poured in, while a much lesser one poured out.

      "What is going on?" one of the Galileans asked an outcomer.

      "Nothing," was the reply. "The rabbis are before the door of the palace asking to see Pilate. He has refused to come out. They have sent one to tell him they will not go away till he has heard them. They are waiting."

      "Let us go in," said Ben-Hur, in his quiet way, seeing what his companions probably did not, that there was not only a disagreement between the suitors and the governor, but an issue joined, and a serious question as to who should have his will.

      Inside the gate there was a row of trees in leaf, with seats under them. The people, whether going or coming, carefully avoided the shade cast gratefully upon the white, clean-swept pavement; for, strange as it may seem, a rabbinical ordinance, alleged to have been derived from the law, permitted no green thing to be grown within the walls of Jerusalem. Even the wise king, it was said, wanting a garden for his Egyptian bride, was constrained to found it down in the meeting-place of the valleys above En-rogel.

      Through the tree-tops shone the outer fronts of the palace. Turning to the right, the party proceeded a short distance to a spacious square, on the west side of which stood the residence of the governor. An excited multitude filled the square. Every face was directed towards a portico built over a broad doorway which was closed. Under the portico there was another array of legionaries.

      The throng was so close the friends could not well have advanced if such had been their desire; they remained therefore in the rear, observers of what was going on. About the portico they could see the high turbans of the rabbis, whose impatience communicated at times to the mass behind them; a cry was frequent to the effect "Pilate, if thou be a governor, come forth, come forth!"

      Once a man coming out pushed through the crowd, his face red with anger.

      "Israel is of no account here," he said, in a loud voice. "On this holy ground we are no better than dogs of Rome."

      "Will he not come out, think you?"

      "Come? Has he not thrice refused?"

      "What will the rabbis do?"

      "As at Caesarea--camp here till he gives them ear."

      "He will not dare touch the treasure, will he?" asked one of the Galileans.

      "Who can say? Did not a Roman profane the Holy of Holies? Is there anything sacred from Romans?"

      An hour passed, and though Pilate deigned them no answer, the rabbis and crowd remained. Noon came, bringing a shower from the west, but no change in the situation, except that the multitude was larger and much noisier, and the feeling more decidedly angry. The shouting was almost continuous, Come forth, come forth! The cry was sometimes with disrespectful variations. Meanwhile Ben-Hur held his Galilean friends together. He judged the pride of the Roman would eventually get the better of his discretion, and that the end could not be far off. Pilate was but waiting for the people to furnish him an excuse for resort to violence.

      And at last the end came. In the midst of the assemblage there was heard the sound of blows, succeeded instantly by yells of pain and rage, and a most furious commotion. The venerable men in front of the portico faced about aghast. The common people in the rear at first pushed forward; in the centre, the effort was to get out; and for a short time the pressure of opposing forces was terrible. A thousand voices made inquiry, raised all at once; as no one had time to answer, the surprise speedily became a panic.

      Ben-Hur kept his senses.

      "You cannot see?" he said to one of the Galileans.

      "No."

      "I will raise you up."

      He caught the man about the middle, and lifted him bodily.

      "What is it?"

      "I see now," said the man. "There are some armed with clubs, and they are beating the people. They are dressed like Jews."

      "Who are they?"

      "Romans, as the Lord liveth! Romans in disguise. Their clubs fly like flails! There, I saw a rabbi struck down--an old man! They spare nobody!"

      Ben-Hur let the man down.

      "Men of Galilee," he said, "it is a trick of Pilate's. Now, will you do what I say, we will get even with the club-men."

      The Galilean spirit arose.

      "Yes, yes!" they answered.

      "Let us go back to the

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