‘Quite.’ Symeon smiled faintly, and continued. ‘So, with several thousand of our followers behind us, we set out for Jerusalem. It began well enough.The streets were lined with people who greeted us hysterically and showered blessings on Jehoshua.We managed to take over the precincts of the Great Temple. Jehoshua ordered that the moneylenders and the tax collectors be kicked out of the temple and their records destroyed.You can imagine how well that went down with the poor amongst his followers.Then we took over the armoury of the temple guards. At first we were carried away with the elation of it all. All that remained was to confront the Sanhedrin, persuade them to come over to our side and rise up against the Roman garrison.’

‘What were they doing about it?’ Macro interrupted. ‘The garrison? Surely they would have intervened the moment you took over the temple?’

‘They shut themselves up in Herod’s palace. At the time the tensions between my people and the Roman officials were at breaking point. There had been riots a few years earlier, and the procurator did not want to risk inflaming the situation again. So they did nothing.’

Macro sat back with a look of disgust. ‘I’d have sorted you lot out in short order.’

‘I imagine you would. But you are not Pilate. Anyway, the Sanhedrin refused to come over to us. You have to understand that the high priests were drawn from the richest, most powerful families, and Jehoshua believed that Judaeans had to be freed from poverty and exploitation as much as from Roman tyranny. He had assumed that the Sanhedrin would place their nation before their purses, and was thrown aback by their refusal to cooperate.That’s when he lost it. Suddenly, he said that we could not win by force of arms. We must win the argument. We must win the battle for the hearts and minds of our enemies.’

‘Hearts and minds.’ Macro laughed. ‘Where have I heard that one before? Shit, when will people ever learn … Sorry, please go on.’

‘Thank you.’ Symeon frowned before he continued. ‘When we heard him utter this new line, we were horrified. Bannus and I met in secret, and decided he had to go. The movement needed a more resolute leader or there would be no revolt. No new kingdom of Judaea. So we decided to betray Jehoshua. Hand him over to the authorities. They would surely execute him and we would have a martyr, as well as a new leader.’

‘Who?’ Cato asked. ‘You or Bannus?’

‘Me. Bannus would be my lieutenant.’

‘Some friends you turned out to be,’ said Macro.’With friends like you and Bannus what need had Jehoshua of enemies?’