Always he knew that behind the crowds and the overly polite priests and the questions from the wealthy and the shrewd there was something coming for him. He felt it before he saw it. He was being hunted by some kind of predator. It was nameless and faceless at first, but it was there. It had always been at the edge of his life, like when he was a child in Egypt and soldiers slaughtered boys his age in Bethlehem. Now, though, he could see the signs of the predator in faces he saw in the crowd. It was certainly there in the way the high priest’s men glared at him while he spoke. Agreements had been made, covenants of some kind. Something taking form against him had become final. He felt the increasing danger. There was a new urgency but he could not seem to get his men to understand.
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