‘That day when Symeon and I hid beneath your house. I overheard you speaking with Bannus outside. He said he was expecting aid from some friends.’

‘I remember now. He seemed quite excited by the idea. I wondered who he was talking about.’

Cato stared at the ground between his boots for a moment before he responded. ‘The people who would have most to gain by arming Bannus are the Parthians. That’s my fear.’

‘Parthians?’ Miriam stared at him. ‘Why would Bannus go to them for aid? They’re more of a danger to us than Rome will ever be.’

‘I think you’re right,’ Cato replied. ‘But it seems that Bannus must hate us more than anything else in this world. I guess he subscribes to the “my enemy’s enemy is my friend” school of thought. He wouldn’t be the first man in history to fall for that. And if it’s true, then there’s every danger that he can stir up a rebellion large enough to draw down the full might of Rome in this region.’ Even as he said the words Cato felt a twinge of guilt over his duplicity. They were true only if Cassius Longinus proved not to be a traitor. Otherwise there would be no army to counter Bannus, only the scattered garrisons of auxiliary forces, like the cohort at Bushir. If there were no legions in Syria, and Bannus struck quickly, the Roman presence in Judaea could be swept away very easily. He could not trust Miriam with that knowledge. She must be made to believe that Bannus could not succeed, and would only bring fire and the sword to her fellow Judaeans. Only then would she be sure to do everything she could to dissuade Bannus and those who might support him. Cato decided to change the subject.

‘So if Bannus is a warmonger, what exactly do you and your people here stand for?’

‘Bannus is not a warmonger,’ Miriam said quietly. ‘He is a tormented soul whose grief has been twisted into a weapon. He has lost the person closest to him in life, and does not know how to forgive. That’s how we differ, Cato. At least that is our most important difference . . . My people are almost all that’s left of the true movement. Once we saw what a nest of vipers Jerusalem had become we decided to find somewhere to live alone and apart from other people. That’s why we came here. I did not want to be reminded of those who took away my son’s life . . .’ Her lip quivered for an instant, then she swallowed and continued. ‘We are outside their law, and we welcome all others who wish to join us.’

‘All others?’ Cato smiled. ‘Even Gentiles?’