‘Perhaps not,’ Miriam conceded. ‘But it is our home, and we are free to make it as we will.That was always my dream. After my son was executed I turned away from Judaea. I’d had enough of their petty factions, playing one sect off against another. The high priests in Jerusalem were the worst of the lot. Endlessly splitting hairs over interpretations of the scriptures, while their families grew wealthier and wealthier. That’s why my boy, Jehoshua, became involved in the political struggle. Not just against Rome, but against those who exploited the poor. He was quite a speaker, and at the end huge crowds used to come and listen to him. That was when the priests decided that Jehoshua had to be silenced. Before he persuaded the people to turn on them. So they had him arrested and saw that he was executed.’

‘I thought you said he was crucified?’

‘He was.’

‘But only the procurator could authorise that.’

‘The procurator at the time was a weak man. The priests threatened to stir up trouble against the authority of Rome unless my son was executed. They made a deal and my boy was killed. His closest followers were hunted down and the movement was broken up. Some of the leaders wanted to avenge Jehoshua. They took to the hills and have been raiding the estates of the rich and attacking Roman patrols ever since. In Jehoshua’s name. Bannus became their leader. He had been a follower of my son, and claimed to be carrying out his will.’

‘That’s how you know him, then.’

Miriam nodded. ‘He was a fiery young man, even in those days. Very idealistic. Jehoshua used to joke that Bannus was the living spirit of the movement. I often thought they were like brothers. Bannus looked up to him all the time, so he took his death very badly. He became very bitter towards those of us who still believed in peaceful resistance and reform. Eventually he killed a tax collector and went on the run. There were plenty of others like him in the hills, and he gradually won them round. He must have picked up some of my son’s speaking skills, I suppose. He visited me regularly for a while, trying to win me over to his point of view. If the mother of the movement’s figurehead was on his side then he knew he could draw on far more support. I refused, and he no longer regards me with the affection he used to show me. Anyway he has acquired a large enough following of his own now, as you Romans have discovered.’

‘True enough.’ Cato nodded. ‘But as long as they hide out in the hills we can contain the problem.The thing is, I overheard that comment he made about having some outside help.’

‘What comment? When was this?’