What A Strange Little Man (Chapter 8, page 2 of 11)


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Chapter 8

"There is a certain danger to it, isn't there?" He responded, respectfully.

"Mary is a strong woman. I don't know what I would do without her. If she wants to believe in this 'Jesus', she will get no argument from me. Besides, if it makes people act like you and my strange little prisoner, it can't be all that bad, can it?" I reasoned.

The sun was up in full strength as we walked toward the prison. I knew it would be much cooler once we were inside. I was still wearing my amulet, but for some strange reason it didn't bother me now. My new friend didn't seem to care if his amulet was showing; it bounced on his chest as we walked together on the dusty road. The crowd had started filtering into the marketplace, and soon the noise would begin. The shop owners were very persistent in trying to get your business. They would call out their wares and 'special deals.' Every owner assured you his deal was the best in town. Sometimes I would grow weary of them, but I had passed this way enough that they knew when they could approach me and when they should leave me alone.

Today was different, though. The shop owners saw me walking with someone who was clearly not a Roman. They took this as an invitation to sell their goods to us both. We played with some of them, acting like we were going to buy, or that we were interested in their product. We laughed, and actually bought a few things on the way through.

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