PALESTINE
The trip was uneventful. We stopped at Sicily for the night and moved on toward Ephesus the next morning. We arrived in Ephesus in a couple of days. I sat on the deck as we entered Ephesus' harbor. I saw Lydia come on deck and sit down. I couldn't help but wonder what her feelings were as she saw her homeland again. I left her alone. She had enough to think about, she didn't need me to cloud up the situation. We spent the night in Ephesus and left in the morning.
There were several other passengers on this ship going to Palestine. One man was a Jewish businessman. We got to talking. I wanted to try and understand as much as I could about the Jewish people of Palestine. He told me a quick history of his people. He said they were very religious people externally, but inwardly, they were just like the Romans. People are people, no matter where they come from or who they are. Human nature always wins in the end. He told me they consider themselves the favored people in the known world. I wasn't surprised by that; everyone thinks they are special, and their god is the real god. I was beginning to see why Pilate was having trouble with their leaders. If you really believe you are above everyone else, it can't help but make you less inclined to try and understand any other culture or people. Sometimes the only thing people like that understand is an army sitting on their heads.
There was also a man from Damascus on the trip. He was not Jewish, but Arabic. He was an official of his local government who had gone to Rome to agree to whatever the Roman's emperor had decreed this time. This time, he wanted to place a Legion of troops in Damascus. He had gone to agree. What else could he have done. They would have come anyway. Now, they just won't start killing people when they first arrive. They may wait some time before they start crucifying people.
I can tell the opinion of us was not very high in the real world. They bow because of the legions of troops we keep there. They pay their taxes because they have no choice. This may not be a safe place for my women after all. I will speak to Pilate about protecting them.
The ship docked two weeks after we left. I was met by a Captain of the Legion in Palestine. His name was Marcus something or other.
"Mr. Cicero, please let me welcome you to Palestine on behalf of our Governor, Pontius Pilate. He wants me to take you to him immediately so you and he can work out your living quarters."
"Thank you, Captain. I appreciate you meeting us and helping us."
We were led by him and his squad of soldiers to the palace Pilate called home. He lived in the city of Caesarea. He only went to Jerusalem during the religious holidays or for Roman business with the leaders of the Jews.
Pontus Pilate was standing at a window overlooking Caesarea. It was evening, and the fires and lights were bright. It was a nice, modern city. It should be, the Romans had built it when they conquered Palestine. I soon discovered he didn't like living in old Jerusalem.
He turned to face me. "Thanks for coming here, Cassius. I know this is a letdown after Rome. Perhaps, if we are successful here, you will be able to return one day in triumph."
"Prefect, it is my honor to be here. I requested this assignment. I believe I can help you."
"Well, we will see about that. These are obstinate people. They say their religion is the most important thing in their lives, but they don't live like it. We have many gods, and everyone can have the one they wish. It doesn't make us crazy or unpleasant all the time. These people seem to enjoy suffering for their god."
He began walking toward the garden and I followed him. He was talking, but it appeared he was talking mostly to himself.
"What am I doing here? They are never happy no matter what I do. They want a messiah or two killed and I oblige them. Then they are not happy I didn't kill more of them. There is an endless supply of messiahs in their religion. I could have an entire road from here to Jerusalem decorated with crosses and they would still not be happy." He then turned to me. "Cassius, this is why I need you. Aurelius says you are good at finding solutions to thorny situations. The gods know, I have many such situations here. I will send you and your family to live in Jerusalem. That way, you will be readily accessible to the Jewish Council for "consultation" with them." He turned and shook my hand. "We will talk more in the morning. My secretary has found your family a nice, quiet place here. You will be always watched over by two guards. Thanks again for coming."
He turned to leave, and his secretary pointed in a direction for me to go. I've done enough to understand what that meant. You can leave now. And I happily did.
The secretary took me to a nice, secluded bungalow on the palace grounds. I walked in to find the ladies setting up home. I had to admit, they did a good job, and the fireplace gave the large room a warm glow on the cool night. We ate our meal together for the first time. I wanted them with me. I don't want to be alone now.
After the meal, I talked to Flavia. "Please come to my room tonight." I saw the look in her eyes, but she nodded and left to prepare. Momma didn't change her expression, but Lydia quietly left the room.
When Flavia came into my room, she was practically naked. I put a blanket over her and asked her to go and get something warmer on and return. She looked confused as she left. However, she came back in a few minutes with something that looked like what she normally sleeps in. I nodded and opened the blankets for her.
"I know you are confused. I don't want to have sex with you tonight. I just needed to talk to you. I realize we have not sat and talked alone since you came to my house. I need to spend time with you to understand who you are, as a person as well as a woman. Do you understand that?"
She nodded, but I could tell she still didn't trust me fully. I couldn't blame her. She has never been with a man, and I am sure she has many fantasies and misconceptions about sex. I am sure her mother tried to prepare her, but it is nothing like you are told. However, tonight I just needed a warm body to hold on this cold night. I did want to begin connecting with her.
She laid down as far from me as she could. "Flavia, please tell me about your family and history." She smiled a little and thought for a moment. After a couple of minutes, she began talking. For the next hour, we talked about her grandfather, his life and dreams, her father and her brothers. She was the oldest. If she married before her father died, the land and farm would go to her husband. If he died before she married, it would go to her middle brother. She told me stories of her childhood, and growing up on the farm in Macedonia. After an hour, she was as relaxed as she had been since she moved in with us. She had slowly moved closer to me until she was only a few inches away.
I felt warm and comfortable with her here. She was almost herself. I liked this person more than the reserved one she had to put on before. I finally told her I was sleepy and told her she could stay here with me for the night. I promised not to touch her and bid her goodnight.
I rolled over and tried to sleep. I turned back after a little while to see her lying on her side looking at me. "I am cold."