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Updated: May 31, 2025
"But before thou layest my cloak aside would I show it to the maidens. At a great price I secured this," and he held it toward Martha and Mary. "Its colors are most beautiful," Mary said. Martha had slipped her hand inside the folds and was closely examining the needlework. "From hem to hem the pomegranates reach," Zador explained, noticing Martha's interest.
When thy arms grow hungry for little ones and thy breast casts about for him who shall be father to them, Zador Ben Amon " Further words were cut short by an exclamation from Mary who drew back in horror. "What is it?" and Lazarus looked about. "What abominable thing cometh nigh thee?" For a moment Mary made no reply.
"Mary, my sister," he said, "Zador Ben Amon is an Israelite high and mighty and hath set his heart on thee." "Nay. Nay," she replied quickly. "He is a heathen and his heart is set on shekels and talents." "He hath brought thee a betrothal gift." Mary was silent until she had closed her hand over the crying nestlings. Then she turned to Lazarus. "Dost thou want me to leave thee, my brother?"
Yet did I know the man would win the heart of Mary when she showed him to her lily bed, as surely as I did know Zador Ben Amon had lost her by too much eating of bird tongues, for I did hear him say 'Even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these."
"She would have them grow large." Zador looked at Mary, leaned his head against a pillow and laughed. "And so our Mary would sup after the manner of Rome. Three nightingales? The tongues of them all will not make a taste!"
But now, since Zador hath come to know that Mary and Martha delight in rich apparel, let him tell them of garments that dazzle the eye for glory and riches." "Robes of Rome?" Martha asked with keen interest "Yea, as I saw them in banquet hall and amphitheatre."
Gorged with pilgrims from all the earth is Jerusalem and this year's Temple business will exceed all bounds. Never did I see so many and strange peoples." "Even wonder workers eh, Mary?" Joel said. Zador Ben Amon looked toward Mary for an answer. "He speaketh of Jesus of Nazareth, methinks," she replied. "Who is he?" and he turned to Lazarus. "A Galilean Rabbi."
Following them and apart, walked the Rabbi and the woman Zador Ben Amon was waiting to see. "He walketh with the woman," Zador said to himself. "With what eyes doth he look upon her?" "A veil doth hide her face that only the Galilean may look upon it in the moonlight," the lawyer breathed softly. "Doth he hold her hand?" and there was suppressed emotion in Zador's voice. "Who knoweth?"
For a time Jesus watched the game. The last victim of the unscrupulous money-changer was a Galilean peasant, whose travel-stained and shabby body covering, bent shoulders and knotted hands bespoke poverty. When the change was pressed into his hand he refused to accept it. There were words. The peasant was ordered by Zador Ben Amon to move on. This he refused to do.
As the Temple lawyer spoke, voices were heard not far down the narrow street. Both men stepped behind the jars. The lawyer sat low. Zador dropped on his knees keeping his eyes above the edge of the vessel. Several groups passed, laughing and talking, when the quick eye of the lawyer caught sight of the friends from Bethany. "It is the Galilean Rabbi," he whispered to Zador.
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