"He is a Jew.

By the law of the Talmud he is guilty of death, for he has blasphemed against the law." Still I shook my head.
"The Sanhedrim has not the right." "Pilate is willing that it should take that right." "But it is a fine question of legality," I insisted.

"You know what the Romans are in such matters." "Then will Hanan avoid the question," she smiled, "by compelling Pilate to crucify him.

In either event it will be well." A surging of the mob was sweeping our horses along and grinding our knees together.

Some fanatic had fallen, and I could feel my horse recoil and half rear as it tramped on him, and I could hear the man screaming and the snarling menace from all about rising to a roar.