Scrofa gave a derisive snort. ‘Won’t take sides! How dare you, woman? Bannus is a common criminal. A bandit. He is outside the law. If you are not against him, then, by default, you are for him.’

Now Miriam laughed and shook her head. ‘No. We are not for him. Just as we are not for Rome.’

‘Then what are you for?’ Scrofa sneered.

‘One faith, for all the people, under one true God.’

As Cato watched the confrontation he saw the contempt in Scrofa’s expression, and could understand it. Like most Romans Scrofa believed in many gods, and accepted that the peoples of the world were entitled to worship their own.The Judaean insistence that there was only one god, their god, and that all others were merely worthless idols, seemed like simple arrogance to Scrofa. Besides, if the god of these people reigned supreme, then how was it that they were a province of Rome, and not the other way round?

A deep groan broke the tension and they all turned towards the brigand who was stirring on the ground beside the entrance to Miriam’s house. His eyes flickered open and he started at the sight of the Roman officers and auxiliaries standing about him. He sat up quickly and shuffled back against the wall as Macro took a pace towards him and gestured at him with his sword. ‘What do you want done with this one?’

Scrofa regarded the man for a moment, then folded his arms. ‘Crucify him. Here in the centre of the village.’

‘What?’ Cato could not believe his ears. ‘He’s a prisoner. He must be interrogated - he might have useful knowledge.’

‘Crucify him,’ Scrofa repeated. ‘And then burn this woman’s house.’

‘No!’ Cato stepped up to the prefect. ‘She saved our lives. And risked her own to do it. You can’t destroy her home.’

Scrofa’s brow furrowed and he took a sharp intake of breath before he continued in a low, furious voice. ‘The woman admits to helping the enemy, and she denies the authority of the Emperor. That I will not tolerate. These people must be taught a lesson. Either they are with us, or they are against us.’ Scrofa turned back towards Miriam. ‘She just might consider that while she watches her house burn.’

Miriam returned his stare with a thin-lipped look of contempt.

Cato’s heart was pounding. He was horrified by the rank injustice of the prefect’s decision. It was pointless. Worse than pointless - it was wilfully wrong. If this was how Rome rewarded those who risked all to help her soldiers, then the people of Judaea would never be at peace with the Empire. But there was more to it than that, Cato thought. Such punishment was morally wrong and he could not tolerate it. He shook his head and stood stiffly in front of the prefect while he forced himself to speak as calmly as possible.