"Yes, we have tunnels. Everyone in Nazareth has tunnels. We all have them. They're old and need to be repaired but they are there. And these murdering bandits are everywhere we go."

"It's Judas bar Ezekias," said Uncle Alphaeus. "He's probably finished with Sepphoris and on the move."

Bruria began to cry for her son, and Riba with her. And my mother to say hopeful things.

Joseph thought this over and then he said:

"Yes, the Lord will take care of us, you're right. And we'll go. I don't see anything bad happening in Nazareth, and nothing between here and there."

We followed the road down into the soft valley, soon passing between groves of fruit trees and even bigger stands of olive trees, and past the best fields I'd ever seen. We walked slowly as ever and we children were not allowed to run ahead.

I was so eager to see Nazareth and so filled with happiness at the land around us that I wanted to sing, but no one was singing. I sang in my heart. "Praise the Lord, who covered the Heavens with clouds, who prepared the rain for the Earth, who made the grass to grow upon the mountains."

The road was rocky and uneven, but the wind was gentle. I saw trees full of flowers, and little towers way back away on the small rises, but there was no one in the fields.

There was no one anywhere.

And there were no sheep grazing, and no cattle.

Joseph said for us to walk faster, and we did our best to hurry, but it wasn't easy with my aunt Mary, who was now sick, as though the woes had passed from Cleopas to her. We pulled at the donkeys, and took turns carrying Little Symeon, who fussed and cried for his mother, no matter what we did.

Finally we were climbing the slope to Nazareth! I begged to run ahead, and so did James in the same voice, but Joseph said no.

In Nazareth, we found an empty town.

One great lane leading uphill with little lanes that went off one side and the other, and white houses, some with two and three stories, and many with open courtyards, and all lying quiet and empty as if no one lived there at all.

"Let's hurry," said Joseph, and his face was dark.

"But what's happening up there to make everyone hide like this!" Cleopas said in a low voice.

"Don't talk. Come," said Alphaeus.

"Where are they hiding?" Little Salome asked.

"In the tunnels, they have to be in the tunnels," said my cousin Silas. His father told him to be quiet.

"Let me go up on the highest roof," said James. "Let me look."

"Go on," said Joseph, "but keep low, don't let anyone see you, and come right back to us."

"May I go with him?" I begged. But the answer was no.

Silas and Levi were sticking out their lips that they couldn't go with James.

Joseph led us faster and faster up the hill.

He brought us to a stop in the main lane maybe halfway up the rise. And I knew we were home.

It was a big house, far bigger than I had ever dreamed it could be, and very old and tired. It needed plaster everywhere, and even sweeping, and the wood I could see that held the vines was rotting away. But it was a house for many families, as we'd been told, with an open stable in its great courtyard, and three stories. And its rooms came out on either side of the big courtyard with a large roof hanging over all around for shade, and with many dusty old wooden doors. In the courtyard was the biggest fig tree I'd ever seen.

It was a bent fig tree, a fig tree with twisted branches, and its branches reached all over the worn old stones of the courtyard to make a living roof of new spring leaves, very green.

There were benches under the tree. And the vines grew on the rotted wood frames above the low wall at the street making a gateway.

And it was the most beautiful house I had ever beheld.

After the crowded Street of the Carpenters, after the rooms in which women and men slept on either side bundled up with babies crying, it was a palace to me, this house.

Yes, it had a mud roof, and I could see the old branches that had been laid over it, and I could see the water stains on the walls, and holes in which the pigeons were nesting and cooing - the only living things in this town - and the stones of the courtyard were worn. Inside, we would probably find mud floors. We had had mud floors in Alexandria. I didn't even think about it.

I thought about the whole family in this house. I thought about the fig tree, and the glory of the vines with their peeping white flowers. I sang a secret song of thanksgiving to the Lord.

Where was the room in which the angel came to my mother? Where? I had to know.

Now all these happy thoughts were crowded in an instant in me.

Then a sound came, a sound so frightening to me that it wiped out everything else. Horses. Horses coming up the lanes of the village. Rattling and scratching and the sound of men calling in Greek words I couldn't make out.

Joseph stared one way and then the other.

Cleopas whispered a prayer, and told Mary to get everyone inside.

But before she could move, the voice came again, and now we could all hear it, and it was saying in Greek for everyone to come out of their houses now. My aunt stood still as if she'd turned to stone. Even the little ones were quiet.

From up the hill and down came the riders. We went into the courtyard. We had to go, to get out of their way. But that's as far as we went.

They were Roman soldiers in full armor, the riders, their brows covered by their helmets, and they carried spears.

Now, I'd seen Roman soldiers in Alexandria everywhere all my life, coming in and going out, and in processions, and with their wives in the Jewish quarter. Why, even my aunt Mary, the Egyptian, wife of Cleopas, who was standing here with us, was the daughter of a Jewish Roman soldier, and her uncles were Roman soldiers.

But these men were not like any I'd ever seen. These men were in a sweat and covered in dust, and looking from their right and to their left with hard eyes.

There were four of them, two waiting for the other two who were coming down the slope and all four met before our courtyard, and one of them shouted for us to stand where we were.

They pulled up their horses, but the horses were dancing and wet and foaming, and they wouldn't stop going back and forth, and kicking up the dust. They were too big for the street.

"Well, look at this," said one of the men in Greek, "it seems you're the only people that live in Nazareth. You have this whole town for yourselves. And we have the entire population gathered in one courtyard. Isn't that good for us!"

No one said a word. Joseph's grip on my shoulder almost hurt. No one moved.

Then another soldier who waved for the other to be quiet moved forward as best he could on his restless horse.

"What do you have to say for yourselves?" he asked.

The other soldier called out, "Is there some reason we shouldn't crucify you with all the rest of the rabble down the road?"

Still no one spoke. Then in a soft voice, Joseph began.

"My lord," he said in Greek, "we've only just come from Alexandria, to find our home here. We know nothing of what goes on here. We've just arrived, and found the village empty as you see." He pointed to the donkeys with their baskets and blankets and bundles. "We're covered with the dust of the road, my lord. We're at your service."

This long answer surprised the soldiers, and the leader, the one who was doing all the talking, made his dancing horse come close to us, the horse moving into the courtyard, making our donkeys shy back. He looked at all of us, and our bundles, and the woman huddled together and the little ones.

But before he could speak, the other soldier said:

"Why don't we take two and leave the rest? We don't have time to raid every house in the village. Pick out two of them and let's go."

My aunt screamed and so did my mother, though they tried to cover their screams. At once Little Salome started crying. Little Symeon began to howl, but I'm not sure he knew why. I could hear my aunt Esther murmuring in Greek, but I couldn't make out the words.

I was so scared I couldn't breathe. They had said "crucify," and I knew what crucifixion was. I'd seen crucifixion outside Alexandria, though only with quick looks because we wanted never, never to stare at a crucified man. Nailed to a cross, stripped of all clothes and miserably na**d as he died, a crucified man was a terrible shameful sight.

I was also in terror because I knew the men were in complete dread.

The leader didn't answer.

The other said, "That'll teach the village a lesson, two, and let the others go."

"My lord," said Joseph very slowly, "is there anything that we might do to show you we're not guilty here, that we've only just returned from Egypt? We're simple, my lord. We keep to our law and your law. We always have." He showed no fear at all, and none of the men showed fear. But I knew they were in dread. I could feel it as I could feel the air around me. My teeth began to chatter. I knew if I cried I would sob. I couldn't cry. Not now.

The women were shaking and crying so softly it could almost not be heard.

"No, these men have nothing to do with this," said the leader. "Let's get on."

"No, wait, we have to come back with somebody from this town," said the other. "You can't tell me this town didn't support the rebels. We haven't even searched these houses."

"How can we search all these houses?" asked the leader. He looked us over. "You just said yourself we can't search all these houses, now let's go."

"We take one, at least one, to set an example. I say, one." This soldier moved up before the leader and began to look over the men.

The leader said nothing.

"I'll go then," said Cleopas. "Take me."

The women in one voice cried out, my aunt Mary collapsing against my mother, and Bruria sinking to the ground in sobs. "It was for this moment that I was spared. I will die for the family."

"No, take me if someone is to go," said Joseph. "I will go with you. If one is to go, I will go. I don't know what I'm accused of, but I'll go."

"No, I'll go," said Alphaeus. "If someone must go, let me be the ransom. Only tell me why I should die?"

"You will not," said Cleopas. "Don't you see, this is why I didn't die in Jerusalem. This is the perfect moment. I'm to offer my life for the family now."

"I will be the one," said Simon, and he stepped forward. "The Lord doesn't spare a man to die on the cross. Take me. I've always been the slow one, the late one. You know it, all of you know. I'm never good at anything. I'll be good for something now. Let me have this moment to offer for my brothers and all my kindred now."

"No, I tell you, I will be the one!" Cleopas said. "I'm going. I will be the one."

At that, all the brothers began to shout at each other, even pushing gently at each other, and trying to get ahead of one another, each saying why he should die instead of the others, but I couldn't make out all the words. Cleopas because he was sickly anyway, and Joseph because he was the head of the family, and Alphaeus because he left behind two strong sons, and on and on.

The soldiers, who said nothing in their amazement, suddenly broke into laughter.

And James came down from the roof, my brother James, twelve years old, remember, he dropped into the courtyard, and ran up and said that he wanted to be the one to go.

"I'll go with you," he said to the leader. "I've come home to the house of my father, and of his father, of his father, and his father, to die for this house."

The soldiers laughed even more at that.

Joseph pulled James back and they all started fighting again, until the soldiers looked towards the house. One of them pointed. We all turned around.

Out of the house, our house, there came an old woman, a woman so old her skin looked like weathered wood, and in her hands she had a tray piled with cakes, and over her shoulder she carried a skin of wine. This had to be Old Sarah, we knew.

We children looked at her because the soldiers looked past the men at her. But the men were still fighting over who was to be crucified, and when she spoke we couldn't hear her words.

"Stop it, all of you now," shouted the leader. "Can't you see the old woman wants to speak!"

Quiet.

Old Sarah came forward with quick steps almost to the gate.

"I would bow, my lords," she said in Greek, "but I'm far too old for that. And you are young men. I've sweet cakes to offer you and the best wine from the vineyards of our kindred in the north. I know you're weary and in a strange land." Her Greek was as good as Joseph's Greek. And she spoke like one who is used to telling tales.

"You'd feed an army that's crucifying your own people?" asked the leader.

"My lord, I'd prepare for you the ambrosia of the gods on Mount Olympus," she said, "and call up dancing girls and flute girls and fill golden goblets with nectar, if you would only spare these children of my father's house."

The soldiers all broke into such laughter now it was as if they'd never laughed before. It wasn't mean laughter, it never had been mean, and their faces were soft now and they did seem tired.

She went towards them and offered up her cakes, and they took the cakes, all four of the men, and the mean soldier, the soldier who wanted to take one of us, he took the skin of wine and drank.

"Better than nectar and ambrosia," said the leader. "And you're a kind woman. You make me think of my grandmother at home. If you tell me that none of these men are bandits, if you tell me they have nothing to do with the rebellion in Sepphoris, I'll believe you, and tell me why there's nobody else in this town."