“You forgot something,” David added.
“Mary. I know. But I have to return to the future. What we’ve started…the time travel devices… Who else is going to take care of it? Make sure it isn’t abused?”
David raised his eyebrows with a humored expression, “I can’t think of anyone better than us.”
“Right,” Tom said. “We have to go back.”
After walking a few feet away, David turned and faced Tom. His face was sour.
“What’s wrong?” Tom asked, curious as to the change in emotion.
David walked to the rock slowly and leaned against it. “You know how I told you how the past can’t be changed, because it’s already happened?” David asked.
“You’re not having doubts, are you? It’s a sound theory,” Tom said.
“No, I don’t have any doubts. I just wish it were wrong,” David explained.
Tom felt a sudden urgency, “Why? What’s going to happen?”
“It’s already happening.”
“What is?”
“Did you see Judas leave last night?” David asked, looking Tom in the eyes.
“Did something happen to him? Is he okay?”
“Did you see what he had in his hand?”
“Just a piece of bread that Jesus-” Tom’s muscles tensed. It couldn’t be…but the fact was undeniable. “Judas… He gave the bread to Judas! The exchange seemed so casual, it seemed Jesus had forgotten what the bread was meant for…but he didn’t, did he?”
“ARGHH!” A man’s voice cried out in anguish from the olive grove.
Tom jumped off the rock, ready for action.
David stood up straight. “It’s begun.”
NINETEEN
Trials
30 A.D.
Tom had never pushed his lungs to the edge of endurance like this before. He was running as fast as he could. And David, the old man, was right behind him. Tom and David hopped over rocks and wove between trees like rabbits eluding a predator. But rather than running from the predator, they were headed straight for it.
As they rounded a group of trees, the clearing in the olive grove where the other disciples had been came into view. The disciples were in chaos, arguing about what to do, what not to do. No one had a clear course of action.
Dust kicked into the air as Tom came to an abrupt stop. He was completely winded, but didn’t bother sucking in air before speaking. There wasn’t time to breathe. “What happened? Tom asked. “Where’s Jesus? Who screamed?”
“They took him!” Matthew said. His face then contorted to a disdainful expression. “Judas was the betrayer!”
“I tried to stop them,” Peter said, as he held a sword in the air, its metal blade smeared with scarlet blood. “But he took the soldier’s ear and put it back on…like I had never cut it off…just put it right back on…”
“Where did they go?” Tom asked in a hurry.
“They’re leaving the grove even now. Headed for Jerusalem and a trial by the Romans,” Matthew said, hardly believing it himself.
Tom looked at David desperately, “We have to stop them.”
“We can’t. You know that.”
“Even if we fail. History doesn’t say we didn’t try, right?”
“No.” “Good enough for me.”
Being at the top of the hilled olive grove made reaching top speed again that much easier. Tom was thirty feet away within seconds and would soon be out of sight. David followed after him, careening down the hill, arms flailing to maintain balance around the curves.
Matthew looked at Peter, forehead wrinkled. “Stop them? Did they see how many men there were?”
The wind tore through Tom’s hair and his muscles burned with life as he rounded a corner on the twisting path of switchbacks, which exited the olive grove. Ten feet in front of him stood a Roman soldier, apparently placed to stop any would-be rescue efforts by desperate disciples. This man alone, while not a huge physical threat to a group of disciples, carried the weight of the Roman Empire. If the soldier was killed, it would be open season on the disciples. The guard saw Tom coming and after pushing his red cape out of the way, drew his sword, thinking a show of force would be enough.
Tom eyed the sword, but knew the outcome of most fights often depended on who struck first, on who was most aggressive. Brute force didn’t replace his tactics-brute force was his tactic. Tom ran straight for the soldier.
“Stop where you are!” the soldier yelled, caught off guard by Tom’s undaunted charge.
Tom collided with the soldier like a battering ram. The soldier sailed through the air and slammed against a tree. The man slid to the ground and hit his head on a stone. Tom pressed on, satisfied that the soldier wouldn’t be running anyone through anytime soon.
David rounded the corner and saw the crumpled guard. Tom was insane! If he didn’t stop, he’d get killed. David ran faster, not noticing the shadow watching him from the side of the path, just behind a fallen tree.
Tom dug his feet into the dirt and stopped at the edge of a thirty-foot cliff. He turned around as he heard the crunch of sandals on dirt and saw David rounding the corner at top speed.
David caught a glimpse of the approaching drop off and began slowing his legs, but couldn’t stop his forward momentum quickly enough. David reached out and grabbed hold of Tom to stop himself and nearly took both of them over the edge. Tom’s muscles groaned as he pushed against the force of David’s body.
After coming to a complete stop, David looked down. His feet were dangling over the edge. Tom yanked him back. “That was…that was close,” David said with a concerned look.
Tom moved toward the cliff again and peered over the edge. His mouth dropped open. “This is impossible.”
A contingent of twenty-five Roman soldiers brandishing swords and spears marched down the trail with Jesus at their center. The group was led by a mob of Pharisees and Judas.
Slumping to his knees, Tom watched helplessly. “Damn it.”
“Nothing we did…could have changed what has happened…or what will happen,” David said while sucking in air.
“Tell me,” said Tom.
“What?”
“Tell me what’s going to happen.”
“I’m not sure I sho-”
“Tell me, David. Now. I can’t change it. At least prepare me for it.”
“Not here. That Roman soldier’s going to wake up soon and I don’t think either of us could stand any more excitement.”
“You’re right, let’s-”
Pang! A chip of rock between the two men blasted into the air. They locked in on the airborne object and began analyzing the phenomenon.
“What was that?” Tom asked, bewildered.
Tom watched as David searched the area like a frightened meerkat on patrol. What was he looking for? Tom saw David’s eyes widen and followed them to the source of intrigue. A glint of light, reflecting off what must have been glass, was all Tom saw before David was moving. “Get down!” David yelled, as he tackled Tom to the ground.
Puch! Dirt exploded from the ground and splayed across Tom’s face. “What the hell is going on?”
“It’s Roberts! Run!” David shouted.
The two men jumped to their feet and ran back to the path, which led down the side of the cliff. Tom looked back as they descended the steep incline and saw a man dressed in a bright new robe-too new-jumping out of the trees and chasing after them. And in his hand?
A Gun.
With a silencer.
Roberts.
The time enforcer.
The killer.
Tom pushed even harder.
It occurred to him that if they continued at this speed, down the path of switchbacks, they would soon run into the entourage of troops transporting Jesus. It was death in either direction. But apparently, David was one step ahead.