“No, sir. I have heard tell that he is a poor Hebrew exile who makes his home here. He walks the road at night, when it is cool. I see him every night and greet him from my home. He acknowledges me with a nod of his head, but never says a word. Even still, I feel as though I know him well.”

(Off - Said as hurrying by) “Come sir, the execution is about to commence. You don’t want to miss this! Follow me to the Damascus Gate.”