Publisher's Synopsis
I am an old man now; the burden of eighty years rests on me. But the events of a certain day in April in the year 783 Ab Urbe Condita - half a century ago - are as fresh in my memory as if they had happened yesterday. At that time, I was stationed with my Hundreds stationed at Antonia Castle in Jerusalem. I had been ordered to take charge of the execution of a criminal who had just been sentenced to death. Accordingly, on the morning of the mentioned day, I chose twelve of my men, who were hardened in bloody acts, and with them, I went to the courtroom. Everything there was rushed and excitement. Since it was the time of Passover, the city was crowded with foreigners. A multitude of people had gathered and demanded the death of this man. When we arrived, he was brought. He turned out to be that prophet of Nazareth whose wisdom oracular and the prodigious power of wonders had been noisy everywhere abroad.
