I will begin with water what will be ended with blood." That is what they thought to hear.

In a man who speaks like this, there is something incredibly spiritual.
"He is a dreamer! He is a madman!" the people whisper one to another.
"No, he's not, he's not!" others declare.
"Did he not speak of blood ?" "It seemed so.

Such young blood, and already repenting!" "And as proud of it as a Roman." "With eyes glowing like an Arab's." "Looking at his hair, you might take him for a German." "He is neither a Roman, nor an Arab, nor a German," someone exclaimed, laughing; "he is the carpenter of Nazareth." "The same who turned water into wine ?" "There are lots of stories about him.

We know plenty of them." "It is said that Herod's murder of the innocents was on his account." When the crowd heard that, they were quiet, and looked at the new arrival with a sort of awe.

And so old Herod had taken him for the Messiah-King! A feeling of reverence spread among the people.