Risen Page #2

Already they're proclaiming,

He has arisen from the dead!

And the people believe it?

The weak, will.

Others want to.

So we must announce the theft.

Will they believe you?

They'll believe the guards

if they kill themselves.

It never ends!

Proclaim it.

Before this blossoms.

It's not enough!

Without a corpse to prove him dead,

we have a potential Messiah.

I want no doubt.

Tiberius cannot arrive to unrest!

We must find a body!

Will you help?

Of course, but proclaim it.

My confidence in you is misplaced, Tribune.

Perhaps you prefer a post in hell.

You will track each and

everyone of these disciples,

but more importantly you will

find this cursed body of Yeshua!

Before it rots.

Bring me Arimateean

You! Get me Arimateean.

As if they burst!

Tribune, see this!

Where has he gone?

You tell me.

The body was it embalmed?

We had no time.

We just wrapped in myrrh and aloe.

This is what you see. Sweat and herbs.

Bring it!

I want nothing touched here.

Post a watch.

Control was enters and leaves Jerusalem.

Arrest anyone who claims Nazarene lives.

And find out where they heard it.

Yes, Tribune.

And comb the city for bodies,

dead in the last week.

Examine for each marks of crucified.

Dig them up?

Everyone!

And bring Him to me personally.

Tribune, I said in private.

Where's your fellow?

He doesn't wish to speak.

Truly?

He had problems about the Nazarene's theft.

He is afraid, as am I.

You should be.

You disgrace me.

Sleeping on firsts-pen is death.

But the Prefect has spared you.

Both can return to the barracks.

Unpunished?

If you bear us honestly of what happened.

I was attacked in the night

while I was sleeping

by the Nazarene rabid disciples.

They stole his body.

And now they're he had risen.

Rabid? How many Attache?

8, 10...I don't know for sure.

All armed?

Yes.

You saw all this while sleeping?

No, I...we...

We woke as they were cutting the rope.

Cutting the rope?

Yes.

Then they rolled over the stone.

Took his body and ran.

While you watched?

Yes, but we were held at spear point.

Soldier?

Have you been told to say these things? Hmm?

You were drinking that night.

No.

No? No.

What else is a lie?

Open the doors!

Stolen? So they claim.

Well...so what?

They are really in fear,

he rose from death.

Hmm, uh...perhaps a Messiah.

Anyways, I ahh...

Arrest him!

Turn him!

How old is this one?

At least a week.

These? The thieves he died with.

Put down.

In two days they will be unrecognizable.

Wait till you see combat.

No.

The hand's missing.

See the hole in the other?

Not him.

Legs are broken.

That's why we need your eyes, Tribune.

This grave here is very hasty and shallow.

Well? We've questioned 11,

you should examine.

One I suspect could be a disciple.

Excuse me, Tribune.

Take some chicory.

Each time, your stomach runs to these things.

Bring them in, one by one.

Sir.

Who took the body?

I don't know.

They are saying, you are an honest man.

And a follower of Yeshua.

Truth will not be fatal today.

I was moved by what,

He said and what He taught.

I felt He didn't deserve such a death.

They ripped up a tomb to steal a corpse...

and promote a lie that threatens

Rome and the Sanhedrin.

It was not Yeshua's followers.

Not the true ones.

They were heart broken.

So you are saying, he has risen?

To lead Israel against us.

The Messiah.

Do you believe that?

If he had lived,

I think Yeshua would

embrace you as a brother.

Even if you eschew him.

Leave us.

I wish I had the means.

But I'm forced to break you.

One thing has been withheld from you, Tribune.

I confess, you asked if he was the king?

I'll return his crown.

Sit.

Why do you tremble?

You are a Roman.

You were heard shouting,

'Yeshua yet lives!'

Joyously, says the report.

Why, you didn't obviously see him.

I heard on the street!

From the passers-by?

No, I heard Him.

Yeshua?

Two days ago.

I know voices.

I hear them.

I have no doubt.

Were you a follower of Nazarene, Miriam?

Or just a follower of a follower?

He loved me.

An old woman...he lifted me up.

Lifted you?

If you knew, you would understand.

Stop saying people lifted from the dead.

Come.

Don't you wish to know what he said?

Of course.

You are seeds already cursed.

You are too late.

Next one truly, Tribune.

Next one, I believe!

I pray not to you thee, today Mars,

but to the Hebrew God, Yahweh.

Hear me?

Take back you defend and save these people

and relinquish them to me.

If you do this with clear recognizable signs,

I vow to erect temples for you.

And initiate games in your honor.

You know what I seek?

Yes.

So who told you the crucified

Nazarene was alive?

A friend...

of a friend.

A friend of Yeshua.

Perhaps a disciple?

Whatever you say,

make it the truth.

This friend said he was told...

that the sighting was stolen by two women.

They went to the tomb before dawn that morning.

And found it empty.

And later met Yeshua on the road.

Alive.

Their names?

One way of another,

we will have our answer.

I know only one.

It's one of the woman stead...

Mary Magdalena.

Last time she was spotted was

the morning the body was stolen.

Early! Not seen since.

That's all I have, Tribune.

Where does it work? Work?

She is off a street.

You are bringing no one to identify her?

Who? Who would that be?

Who among you knows the woman Mary Magdalen?

They out-fled us.

So we had to withdraw.

A fighting retreat.

Some dozens of us were dragged

and caught up in the hills.

Down in the valley that night

I heard them screaming.

I looked up.

To see them stacked up on their rooftops.

So you could have watched,

that is why you are offered no quarter.

Is that her?

No.

That's her!

Halt!

There she is!

Hmm?

Ah, um.

Shouldn't be alone, Mary.

Why did you run from us?

Instinct.

I had seen you before.

My older life?

Yeshua's death you were there beside His mother.

Were you the woman beside His tomb?

If you know what's happened there...

Who cares who sees.

Enlighten me, then.

It's beyond us...

Spare me the riddles and zed babbles.

Where did you take Yeshua?

He is right here.

Is he a convent?

A Sprite? Where light begins somewhere?

Open your heart and see.

I see delusion.

To keep a crusade alive.

I could have what I want from you.

But you do like that.

It doesn't matter.

Ah! A martyr.

No!

Then give me the others and

I shall grant you, your freedom.

I'm already free.

Show me the Messiah!

Alive or dead.

Show me those who follow him.

You look for something,

you will never find, Tribune.

You look for the wrong time.

She's mad. Refuses to talk sense.

Perhaps a witch, Sir?

Should I have her stoned? At least a start?

Just...let her go.

Sir?

Release her.

The woman's touched.

Two days without sleep, Tribune.

You start seeing things.

When that turns, wake me.

Sir.

You, up!

Move!

Tribune, the sand has run out.

Pilate summons you.

You are digging up the death?

No stone unturned, Prefect.

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