'What's a nice Jewish boy like you doing
a place like this?'&stas, a fully accredited scoundrel, gasped as the ropesaround his arms sawed into his flesh.
come you couldn't beat
hum rap?' Dismasgrunted, his body hanging loose. against the wooden beam, de-feated by the irrevocable law of gravity.Between them, suspended from a third wooden cross ofquestionable workmanship, the man named Yehoshuah moanedand mumbled incoherently. Unlike his two companions,Yehoshuah was not tied to the crossbeam but had been nailedin place. He was in considerable pain.
heavy spike had beendriven into each of his palms and his full weight rested uponthe delicate muscles and hones of his bleeding hands.
his outstretched arms worked against the othermuscles in his body, particularly his diaphragm, which actuatesthe lungs. Breathing would become increasingly more difficultuntil, finally, death by asphyxiation would result.Overhead, the desert sun dimmed and the skies darkened.'What'd he say?' Gains Cassius asked.'Don't know. Something about somebody named Elias.Must be one of those freaks
were hanging around
'They all took off in a hurry, didn't they?' The centurionchuckled.'They wanted to save their own skins. Never saw it fail.''What's that you've got there?' Cassius asked his friend.'The robe that guy was wearing. It's a pretty good robe.''Yeah, well
that's all we're getting out of this, we mightas well cut it up.''It's too good to cut. It's really a good robe.''Okay, okay. Then we'll draw lots. The winner keeps thewhole
Somebody might as well get something out oftins''Funny. That guy made all kinds of claims. He was