Jesus baptize? Joseph asked, since he is a disciple
of the Baptist. If baptism be good for him, it
is good enough for another. And so the multitude
seemed to think, and were confounded till one amongst
them said that Jesus might not be endowed with the
gift of baptism; or belike have accepted baptism from
John for a purpose, it having been prophesied that
the Messiah would have a forerunner. But who,
asked many voices together, has said that Jesus is
the Messiah? some maintaining that Jesus was the lesser
prophet. But this contention was not agreeable
to all, some having, for, reasons unknown to Joseph,
ranged themselves already alongside of Jesus, believing
him to be greater than John, yet not the final prophet
promised to Israel. And these came to blows with
the others, who looked upon John as the Messiah, and
Jesus as the one whom John had called to his standard:
a recruit—nothing. Skinny fists were
striving in the air and—thrusting himself
between two disputants—Joseph begged them
to tell him if Jesus, John’s disciple, was from
the cenoby? Yea, yea, he heard from all sides;
the shepherd of the brotherhood—that one
who follows their flocks over the hills; but not being
sure of his mission, he has gone into the desert to
wait for a sign. An Essene, but one that was
seldom in the cenoby, more often to be met on the
hills with his flocks. A shepherd? Joseph
asked. Yea, and it was among the hills that John
met him, and seeing a prophet in him spoke to him,
and Jesus, seeing that another prophet was risen up
in Israel, had thrown his flute away and gone to the
president to ask for leave to preach the baptism of
repentance unto men, for the grand day is at hand.
Joseph having heard this before, heeded only tidings
of the new prophet, when a woman pressing forward
shouted: a pleasant voice to hear on the mountain-side,
said she; and another added: the hills will seem
lonely without his gait. A great slinger, cried
a third. But why did he come to John for baptism,
knowing himself to be the greater prophet? A
question that started them all wrangling again, and
crying one against the other that repentance was necessary,
or else the Lord would desert them or choose another
race.
These are irksome gossips, a man said to Joseph; but
come with me and I’ll tell thee much about him.
No better shepherd than he ever ranged the hills.
I wouldn’t have thee forget, mate, another man
said, that he’s gone without leaving us his
great cure for scab. True for thee, mate, answered
the first, for a great forgetfulness has been on him
this time past.... A great cure, certainly, which
he might have left us. And the twain fell to
discussing their several cures for scab. Another
shepherd came by and passed the remark that Jesus knew
the hills like one born among them. But neither
could tell whence he came, nor did they know if he
brought the cure for scab with him, or learnt it at
the cenoby. The brotherhood has secrets that
it is forbidden to tell. I be with thee on this
matter, said another shepherd, that wherever he goes,
he’ll be a prize to a master, for the schooling
he has been through will stand to him.