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Jesus' Mother, held it briefly in her arms and wept over it.
The servants wrapped the broken body in fine linen, placed
it in a litter, and, followed by old Joseph and Mary and
a few women, carried the litter with its silent burden to
the lonely spot where the sepulcher waited.
The dark red sun was falling in the west, and the hills
stood against the fiery sky. Joseph knew they must
hurry. This was the holy season of the Passover and, after
sunset, it would be the Sabbath and no one could have
anything to do with the dead. The procession quickened
its pace, weeping, not glancing at the yellowish and twisting
walls of Jerusalem behind which the Sabbath lights would
soon be shining in every house.
The white sepulcher, carved out of solid rock, was wait
ing. The women looked within and saw the wide white
shelf on which the body would be placed. They looked
at each other timidly, for this was a very grand tomb.
The servants gently removed the long, slender body and
laid it on the shelf. There was no priest present to say
prayers for the dead, so Joseph, his face noble with its beard,
bent and said the prayers. The women wept. Mary looked
with mysterious intensity at the sky,
and her pale and beautiful face was
illuminated.
A mighty stone stood at one side, ready
to be rolled across the entrance to the
tomb. Joseph and his servants waited
while the women hurried away for spices
and ointments to anoint the dead; it was
close to sunset. Within a short time, the
women returned, Lifted away the linen,
and anointed the body so dead and so
broken. Then, weeping again, they de
parted for the city to prepare for the
Sabbath. The sun stood on the western
mountain like a red shield, then slowly
disappeared. Joseph's servants, strug
gling and sweating, pushed the heavy
stone across the- opening of the tomb.
It was all over. Darkness began to
sweep over the desert place, and jackals
barked at a distance. In the city, every
door and window blazed with Sabbath
lights. But here in this .place was only the desolation of a
closed, mute sepulcher, its shadow sharp and black on the
crumbling earth.
Dawn came, but no one visited the tomb not an apostle,
not a disciple. No one was there except for the birds wheel
ing through sudden little golden dust storms. No one kept
guard in this isolated spot
AT last, It was the end of the Sabbath. Just before the
sun set, the soldiers and their centurion arrived, march
ing smartly. They looked at the great white tomb disgustedly.
What was there to guard here but a dead man? He was
supposed to rise from the dead, was he? Laughing and
grumbling, the soldiers stared at the tomb. The centurion
did not stop them; soldiers were permitted to grumble at
all times, except before civilians. It was the privilege of all
soldiers everywhere.
The soldiers watched their officer carefully, noting his
air of despondency and sadness. He was a young man like
themselves, and he was known for his good temper and
gaiety. When alone with his men, he joined in their games.
But now he was grave, his face drawn and haggard. Ah,
yes, he had been present at the crucifixion of the Jew, and
there were many rumors. The soldiers had seen the darkness
and had felt the earthquake at their posts in the city, but
they had thought the first a dust storm and the second
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Mr. and Mrs. Marcus Reback (she
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only a natural event Had the centurion learned something
they did not know?
What were they to do all through the night? the young
soldiers asked the centurion.
"Watch," he said.
Watch the tomb of a dead man! But still, there had been
those rumors that the followers of the Nazarene would
attempt to take away the body and then proclaim that it
had risen from the dead. Superstition! Craftiness. One of
the soldiers tried to stir the stone. He could not even budge
it Others tried, and failed. It would take many strong men.
to roll it aside.
It was the eve of the third day. It had been hot all day,
but with darkness it began to turn cold. The jackals had
taken up their wild lament again. They carried rabies with
them, so the soldiers rapidly built a number of fires to keep
them away. The men began to sing as they put pots on the
fire for their evening meal and set out their wine and
earthen goblets. This was a most desolate place: they needed
all their high spirits to last them through the long watches
of the night They talked of their wives in distant Rome,
or of their sweethearts in Jerusalem, and one or two of
the older men spoke of their children.
They cursed and made jokes. The steam
and fragrance of their meat filled the
moon-bright air. Perhaps it would not
be too bad after all.
The centurion, unlike his usual way,
sat apart at the edge of the firelight
He looked steadily at the stone sealing
the entrance to the tomb. Red light
flickered on it, and the moon crowned
the top of the sepulcher. The centurion's
heart was in a turmoil. He did not know
what to expect Perhaps nothing. Surely.:
nothing, he assured himself. It was all
superstition. But when his subaltern
brought him his supper, he found him
self without appetite. He drank only a
little wine. He was at once tired and
very tense.
Metal plates clattered and knives made
sharp sounds as the soldiers ate and
drank. They began to tell rude jokes
and laughed louder and louder. After their meal, they built
the fires higher and started to play dice. They cursed their
luck, yawned, scratched themselves. They were accustomed
to night watches. Soon they would divide themselves up
so that some could sleep as others watched.
Half the men removed their helmets, wrapped blankets
about themselves, and lay down, snoring immediately.
Firelight fell on their ruddy faces, picked out sparkles on
the hilts of their swords and from their breast armor. The
other half of the watch, in deference to their sleeping
comrades, played more quietly and tended the fires. The
moon rose higher. The centurion waited, weariness heavy
upon him. He alone could not sleep. It was not permitted
an officer, unless another officer was present
Then the soldiers who were on guard prodded their
companions, and the sleepers sat up, yawning and com
plaining that they had fallen asleep only a moment ago.
They put on their helmets and looked to their swords. They
had long forgotten the tomb in which lay the dead Jew.
It was only another watch. A silly one. The subaltern
came to the centurion and filled his wine goblet He was
concerned at his officer's somber expression and asked if
he were sick. The centurion silently shook his head.
The centurion watched the moon sloping down the sky.
He turned his head to the east Very soon now, the first
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