“You should have arrested him!” he scolded the guardians harshly. “Why did you let him do what he wanted?”
“We’ve never heard anyone talk like that,” one of them timidly said to justify himself, shrugging his shoulders.
“Did you allow yourselves to be seduced by that man too? Did you see it well? Do you really think that beggar could be the Messiah? But what do you have in your heart, what do you have in place of your head?” Sir Jonathan blamed them, the guardians bowed their heads in shame thinking that in the end, perhaps, that man with the icy eyes was right.
“He is just a madman, a mad blasphemer who does not deserve to live among us. We have never given that man any credit, only the plebs and the ignorant who do not know the law do it. Hurry up; go arrest him before he can create m
