“I heard that the Hebrew worship had mysteries like ours; but the people declare that though there is an apartment which they must not enter, they know what is done there by the High Priest.”
“They can now see for themselves,” replied Lucius, “if it be true, as I have heard, that the veil by which it was set apart was rent from the roof to the ground, when the man who called himself their king expired. Is it so; and did Jesus claim such a dignity?”
“I believe that he was the son of a god,” replied the centurion. “I doubted it not when I saw him die, and the events of this day have given me yet greater certainty.”
“Dost thou converse with any of his followers?” inquired Lucius. “They will tell us what has become of him, if the gods are indeed incensed against those who have killed him.”
“Some of his disciples I know, and I purpose to visit them when my time of watch has expired,” said the centurion. “But I scarcely know where I shall find them, for they dispersed themselves on the eve of their master’s death.”
