It had been three months since the banishment of Herod Agrippa, but Manaheem had not heard about it. Some of the lesser known disciples had been thrown into prison for a short time and then released, but he assumed it was by Herod Antipas. One day he decided to pay another visit to his foster uncle. To his surprise, he was met by Herod Agrippa.
"What are you doing here? Where is my foster brother?"
"I’m sorry to inform you that your dear foster brother has been banished to Gaul for treason."
"Oh, I see. And you have taken over his territory and his palaces."
"Exactly. I have been awarded your foster brother's territory by Caligula Caesar himself, so that makes it official."
"Yes, I see--legal, if not moral."
"More moral, I dare say, than were the acts of you your foster brother--marrying his brother's wife and then beheading that prophet for denouncing him."
"You have a real point there, although two wrongs don't make a right."
“And who are you to lecture me on morality?"
“I would lecture you on more than that if I thought you'd listen."
"Oh, and what might that be? I supposed you want to try again to convert me to that new sect of yours--to have me become a follower of that Jesus fellow?"
“I was thinking of it."
"Well, think no more. I’ll have you know, I have heard quite enough about those Jesus followers. They're always stirring up trouble of some sort. They are my enemies and I’m already starting to do something about it. I’ve already had some of them put in prison for a short time, to see how they like it. Perhaps that may cool them down a bit."
"Oh, so that was you?"
"Yes, and you're next." He pulled three times on the chord which hung from the ceiling and yelled
Two husky guards entered.
"Guards, take this man to prison and let him cool off for while."
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