"He has laid the task for you, and you will perform it." "Which is ?" Pilate queried.
"The execution of this fisherman." Pilate shook his head stubbornly, but his wife cried out: "No! No! It would be a shameful wrong.

The man has done no evil.

He has not offended against Rome." She looked beseechingly to Pilate, who continued to shake his head.
"Let them do their own beheading, as Antipas did," he growled.

"The fisherman counts for nothing; but I shall be no catspaw to their schemes.
If they must destroy him, they must destroy him.

That is their affair." "But you will not permit it," cried Pilate's wife.
"A pretty time would I have explaining to Tiberius if I interfered," was his reply.
"No matter what happens," said Miriam, "I can see you writing explanations, and soon; for Jesus is already come up to Jerusalem and a number of his fishermen with him." Pilate showed the irritation this information caused him.
"I have no interest in his movements," he pronounced.