In Judea he would have known how to act, but in Rome he pondered.
It had been a stormy day in the palace of Antipater.

He had crucified a slave for disobedience and run a lance through one of his best horses for no reason.

He came out of his bath a little before the hour of his banquet, and two slaves, trembling with fear, followed him to his chamber.

They put his tunic on him, and his sandals, and wound the fillets that held them in place.

One of the slaves began brushing the dark hair of his master while the other was rubbing a precious ointment on his face and arms.
"Fool!" he shouted.