bites, puff-eyed, unrecognisable. Forcing open his eyelids, Ha-Notsri
looked down. His usually clear eyes were now dim and glazed.
‘Ha-Notsri!’ said the executioner. Ha-Notsri moved his swollen lips and
answered in a hoarse croak: ‘What do you want? Why have you come? ‘
‘Drink! ‘ said the executioner and a water-soaked sponge was raised to
Yeshua’s lips on the point of a lance. Joy lit up his eyes, he put his
mouth to the sponge and greedily sucked its moisture. From the next
gibbet came the voice of Dismas : ‘It’s unjust! He’s as much a crook as
me! ‘ Dismas strained ineffectually, his arms being lashed to the
cross-bar in three places. He arched his stomach, clawed the end of the
crossbeam with his nails and tried to turn his eyes, full of envy and
hatred, towards Yeshua’s cross. ‘Silence on the second gibbet! ‘ Dismas
was silent. Yeshua turned aside from the sponge. He tried to make his
voice sound kind and persuasive, but failed and could only croak huskily
: ‘Give him a drink too.’ It was growing darker. The cloud now filled
half the sky as it
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March 15th, 2006 at 9:36 pm
Not even sure what the spammer is after here, there’s no link and it sounds like some quotes from a movie or something. Love that they admit to it being spam in the headline…at least he’s honest