shoulder, then briefly at his face. His blue eyes mean nothing to her.
âHow is your brother? I hear heâs not been well.â
âHe is about to make a recovery, thank you.â
âItâs not catching, then, whatever he has?â
âLet me through, please. I have a long distance to travel.â
âTo the Galilee, I expect. Youâll have heard the stories about Jesus and his two miracles.â
Mary is better looking than Cassius expected, and she blushes nicely, though young women should learn not to clench their fists. âDo you believe either of these miracles is true?â
She does. Cassius sees this straight away, because the Jesus believers have no talent for deception, as if concealing their belief were as bad as denying it. Her shoulders dip, and she picks up her skirts, as if she expects to have to run.
âI wouldnât wish that on my worst enemy,â Cassius says consolingly. âLet alone my brotherâs friend. Jesus of Nazareth sent by god. Imagine the responsibility.â
Mary raises the bright and defiant eyes of a believer, and Cassius briefly thinks that she too may be ill. She believes in stories that grow more far-fetched at every step from Cana, and to a
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credulity looks like an illness. It needs stamping out.
âNow go back home. You will not be permitted to leave for the Galilee. Every soldier on every gate has orders that you and your sister belong with Lazarus in Bethany.â
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Jesus is not the only healer in Palestine at this time. Yanav has travelled extensively, and he has a reputation.
Lazarus welcomes him into the downstairs room, sits his back against the wall. Then he clutches his stomach, apologises and staggers to the latrine behind the house.
Yanav has seen it all before. He accepts some modest hospitality. A glass of sweet tea, one of Marthaâs honey cakes, and yes very kind perhaps just one more half of a honey cake. Thank you.
Martha bustles about, checking the healer has everything he wants, then in the absence of Lazarus she asks him directly how much he charges. Her hand leaps to her throat, then settles on her racing heart. For that amount sheâd expect him to work miracles.
Lazarus returns, misses the entrance and smashes his eye socket against the door frame. Glaucoma. As well as pain in and around the eyeball, he is losing his peripheral vision. He crouches down, holding his head, cursing his eyes, hitting out at the door for being so narrow. Feels sick, stands up. Heâs too hot or too cold, and hasnât eaten for days.
âIâll need most of my fee in advance. There may be additional expenses. Herbs, and so on.â
âWe have the money,â Martha says. âIf you can make him well.â
Lazarus has a coughing fit which leaves him panting and exhausted. He ends up on one knee on the floor, but refuses to lie down.
Yanav leads him to the bench, helps him to sit upright. WhatÂever he was expecting, Lazarus is worse, especially as Yanavâs favourite healings involve diseases that no one can see. He likes sick people with active imaginations who thrive on close attention. They may well believe in peacock feathers and astrology, in which case Yanav is confident that he can help.
With Lazarus there is the rash, the fever and the pinkness in the whites of the eyes. Yanav examines the welted tongue, the pustules in the mouth. He sucks his teeth. Lazarus is suffering from symptoms that Yanav has encountered before, many times, though never all at once in the same body.
There is also a distinct, unpleasant smell, either from Lazarus or somewhere close. Yanav has never smelled anything like it. Courage, he tells himself, this is the friend of Jesus whom Jesus the upstart healer, for reasons of cowardice and inexperience, has neglected to attempt to heal.
Yanav rests his hands on Lazarusâs shoulders. He squeezes, feeling for the density of flesh and bone,