Knights of the Black and White (52 page)

“Aye, I did, I think.”

“Good. Now comes the next level of understanding.”

William glanced at the Count, raising his eyebrows. “Do you want to continue from here?”

Count Hugh smiled and shook his head. “No, you are doing remarkably well.”

“Right.” William pursed his lips for a moment, considering his next words, then launched himself. “It’s difficult to make this brief, but I said all the Jewish sects were united in a
movement
, and so they were, although there’s no single name for it. But we know it was revolutionary, because it ended up in a revolt against Rome and the destruction of the Jewish nation.

“Be that as it may, this … movement was character-ized by its opponents, the Pharisees and their Herodian allies, as a Messianic and therefore a warmongering movement, aimed at overthrowing the Jewish authorities and establishing a revolutionary nationalist government. The Confessions

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Herodians, in consequence of that, represented themselves to the Romans as the forces of peace and order, dedicated to maintaining the status quo and the stability of the Jewish state. And since the status quo was pro-Roman, the die was cast accordingly.

“But it was more convoluted that that—far more complex.” Sir William was frowning, concentrating hard upon what he was attempting to say. “There was more involved in the movement than simple patriotism in the Roman sense. To the Romans, patriotism was, plainly and simply, a love of their homeland, Rome itself. But to the Jews, far more was involved. Their patriotism involved the love of God, and of God’s chosen people as an entity, and of their homeland—God’s homeland. And that’s what gave rise to all the trouble that followed.” His voice faded away, and Stephen, impatient, prompted him.

“What happened?”

“Nothing that’s easily explained, as I said before, but I’ll try. There was a common element among most of the Jewish sects around that time, and it was all about poor-versus-rich politics, those who had nothing against those who had everything. The governing class in Judea was Herodian. They owned everything, simply because they had usurped it with the backing of the Romans, who were happy to have a vassal king in power who was sympathetic to Rome and willing to keep the contentious Jews and the remaining adherents of the Maccabees in their place.”

“Wait. What exactly do you mean when you say Herodian?”

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Sir William cocked an eyebrow at that, then grunted and said, “Think about it, lad. Herod’s family held all the power, and they used it to create new priests, tax collec-tors, and a hundred other forms of support for themselves, and all of those people owed their livelihood to the Herods. Their loyalties, therefore, were Herodian, as vassals to liege lords.”

Stephen nodded, understanding the feudal equiva-lent, and Sir William continued. “The Jews, on the other hand, whose country Judea was, had nothing. Less than nothing, in fact, for most of them were heavily indebted to the Herodian moneylenders. The system under which they lived
forced
them to borrow heavily in order to survive, for that was how their entire society had been structured, ever since the Herod clan had come to power.

Increasing taxes, including tithes to the temple, kept the people mired in poverty, and they were forced to borrow to be able to pay their tithes, plus their next round of taxes. It was a vicious, killing circle.

“And so this tradition—this
cult
—of poverty grounded in unyielding righteousness had come into being, and the Zealots were among its prime supporters. Another sect, Ebionites or Essenes, called themselves the Poor Ones, or sometimes the Poor, Righteous Ones. Or even more simply the Poor.”

William cocked his head towards the Count, who was listening closely, his face expressionless. “Am I missing anything?”

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ing addressed. “Nothing important. I am fascinated by how much you can remember without prompting.”

William turned his eyes back to his nephew. “
The Poor
.

Do you recall Jesus’ words about the camel climbing through the eye of the needle?”

“Aye, of course. It’s an impossibility, equal to the chances of a rich man gaining entry to the kingdom of Heaven.”

“Exactly. Rich men, to the Jews of Jesus’ time, were either Herodians or Romans, which meant that they were definitely not Jewish, and the Jews of Judea were the most self-righteous race in the world—God’s chosen people.

“It means nothing to us today, but it must have been intolerable to them to have their country, and the temple that embodied their religion, ruled and owned by a mongrel race, half Arab, half Greek, and both halves unacceptable in the eyes of Jehovah. And then, simply because they were so stiff necked and unbending, it must have been even worse to be forced to live with the Pharisees, Herod’s false priests. Think then, how their frustration must have been inflamed by having to endure the scorn of the temple moneylenders and the indignity of having to deal with them in the first place, and to know there was nothing they could do about it because the power was all in the hands of the rich, with the hated Romans—who had attempted to set up an idol of their blasphemous emperor inside the Holy of Holies in the temple itself—providing the force that kept the usurpers safe from harm.”

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Sir William was silent for a moment, giving Stephen time to think about what he had said, before he continued. “The Jews lived in a world of black and white, Stephen, with nothing between the two extremes, no middle ground. Anyone who was not Jewish was gentile, and could not inherit the Kingdom of God.

“But even for a Jew, the way to God’s good graces was a rocky and uncomfortable one, and among the Messianic sects was a group from among the Ebionites, or the Essenes, although some called them Nazarites or Nazarenes, who had set themselves up as a small community in Jerusalem, a community more strictly law-bound and conservative in some ways than were the Zealots—a community of righteousness, founded upon the expectation of the coming of the Messiah and the triumph of the Jews and their God over the whole world. One of that group’s leaders was a man called Yeshua Ben David—we call him Jesus—and according to the records in our Order’s possession, he never laid claim at any time to being the Messiah and never had any thought of being the Christ, the redeemer of the world. He was just a man, extraordinary in some ways. But he was involved in revolutionary politics, so that he fell afoul of the Pharisees, the upstart High Priests, and they denounced him to the Romans, who crucified him.”

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drank deeply, refilled his cup, and finally set the wine jug down, leaning his buttocks against the edge of the table.

“Thirsty work, talking. Doesn’t matter whether you talk well or badly, clearly or confusingly. Have you understood what I’ve been telling you?”

“So far, yes. But I can’t see what any of it has to do with Saint Paul.”

Sir William looked quickly at Count Hugh, and then back at Stephen. “Paul was a Seleucid.”

Stephen sat blinking. “You mean, half Greek and half Arab? No, he was a gentile, a Roman citizen, from Tarsus.”

“The Seleucids were gentiles, and many of them were Roman citizens, too. And perhaps he
was
from Tarsus.

That’s certainly what he wanted everyone to believe later in his life. But the truth is, no one today really knows who Paul was or where he came from. No one knows anything about his early life, until the moment when God supposedly knocked him off his horse, after which he admitted openly that he had been a persecutor of Christians. But there were no Christians at that time, Stephen. There were only Jews. Christianity had not yet been defined or named.

“Our records, however, which name him clearly as the man you call Saint Paul, indicate that he was a Herodian—and a family member, at that, blood cousin to Herod—by the name of Saulus, and that he was the man sent as ambassador from the Herodian ‘peacekeepers’ to invite the Roman army that was camped outside Jerusalem to enter the city. The same Saulus sent a report of the event, 506

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at the time, to Nero’s headquarters in Corinth, in Greece, a favorite haunt of Paul’s in later years. Anyway, we were talking about the Crucifixion.” He turned to Count Hugh. “You tell him about the Crucifixion, Hugh. You were the one who told me about it, and I’ve never forgotten what you said.”

The Count at first demurred, saying he preferred to listen and enjoy rather than to think laboriously, but William would have none of it, and eventually Hugh shrugged his shoulders in resignation and sighed deeply.

“Much is made of the Cross today, Stephen, and of the fact that the Jews crucified the Christ. You know that, of course.”

“Of course, my lord. Everyone knows that.”

“Ah,
everyone
does.
Every
man knows that.” Sir William’s tone was somber and he shook his head gravely.

“You must always be careful of those words, young Stephen, because they tend to mean the opposite of what they appear to say. Things that
everyone
knows are seldom what they appear to be, and they are seldom true.

“So, let us begin with the absolute truth, that which we can
prove
to be true: the Jews did not crucify the Christ. We can go even further than that: the Jews did not
hate
the Christ, because the Jews had never
heard
of the Christ. No one had heard of the Christ because the name did not exist until Saul, or Paul if you wish, first used it, years after Jesus was dead, speaking of him as Jesus, the Christ. ‘Christos’ was an obscure Greek word, meaning a redeemer of things, before Saul personalized it to Jesus, to indicate his supposed divinity. So the argument con-

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demning the Jews as the slayers of Christ is a total fabrication. It is a vicious lie, created for political purposes.

“Nor can it be argued that the Jews hated Jesus the
man
, even setting aside the ‘Christ’ part, because hatred requires great effort and dedication, and they had no reason to hate Jesus collectively. He was one of them, a member of their movement and a citizen of Judea. There was hatred enough to go around in those days, God knows, but it was all used up between the Seleucid family of Herod and his supporters and the people of Judea, the Jews. It flowed in equal measure from both sides, one to the other. But the Jews, most certainly, would not have hated Jesus simply because he was one of them, the people who were God’s chosen. He was a Jew.

“And they certainly did not crucify him, either, because that was simply beyond their power. Crucifixion was a
Roman
punishment. Nor did the Jews—as a mob—ever scream for Jesus’ blood and call down God’s wrath upon themselves and upon their children for his death. That is the worst kind of madness to claim—
and
to believe. Think about it calmly for a moment. Can you imagine
any
crowd of people, or even any mob, calling down the wrath of God upon their own heads and their children’s heads, and doing it not only voluntarily but in
unison
, unrehearsed? It defies belief, and yet people believe it. You do, don’t you?”

“Believe it?” Stephen floundered, open mouthed, before his uncle took pity on him.

“Of course you do, because you have no choice. Because throughout your life, ever since you were old enough to understand, the most important people in 508

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your life have been telling you that’s the truth, that you
have
to believe it, because if you don’t, you’ll be excommunicated, you will be damned to burn in everlasting fires. The Church tells you that. The priests tell you that.

A monk will tell you that if you stop one on the road and ask him. And there is nothing, anywhere, to suggest otherwise, or to teach you otherwise, or to explain anything in alternative terms. Nothing. So what else can you do but believe what you are told?” He stopped suddenly, dramatically, holding up one hand towards the younger man.

“But let us think about crucifixion, you and I, for just a while longer before we move on to other things—about
the
Crucifixion, about the way the Romans and the Jews sought to humiliate the Son of God by hanging him on a cross for all the world to mock, as though crucifixion were a special invention designed to shame and humiliate Jesus. You know all about that, don’t you?”

“I …” Stephen hesitated, then raised a shoulder defensively. “
All
about that? I would have said yes moments ago, but now …”

“Quite right you are, too. Right to doubt. Right to question, because there was nothing special involved in any part of the Crucifixion, except perhaps for the man to whom it happened. It was a commonplace event. Crucifixion was the most common form of death for criminals in Roman times, whether the criminals were thieves, miscreants, murderers, rebels, political dissidents, or desert-ers from the Roman armies. If you were deemed worthy of death by the Romans, you died. If you were wealthy or Confessions

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well connected, you might die quickly, beheaded or gar-roted, but if your death was required by the state, as a public spectacle, a lesson and a deterrent to others, you were crucified and died slowly, in great pain. Jesus was condemned as a political criminal—a rebel. And that was how he died. And apart from the people who knew him and were close to him, no one really cared.”

There was silence among the three men for some time after that, for neither of the two older men wished to add anything at that point, and Stephen plainly did not even know how to begin formulating a response. After a while, he rose to his feet and crossed to the table, where he helped himself to a cup of wine and stood sipping at it, staring at the wall in front of him while the other two waited, watching him. Finally, he gulped one great mouthful and swung around to face both of them, his voice truculent and challenging.