I came upon you.  Master, sitting by the lake, and not unlikely you were asking yourself the same question, sitting over yonder by the lake all by yourself.  He casts a spell upon me, I’m thinking, and has, it would seem to me, cast one upon you, for you went a long way with him last night, by all accounts.  I’d have it from thee, Philip, how long he has been in these parts?  Well, I should say it must be two years or thereabouts that he came up from Jericho, staying but a little while in Jerusalem and going on to his mother at Cana, and afterwards trying his luck, as I have said, in Nazareth.  But his mother hasn’t seen him for many a year?  He has been away since childhood, living with a certain sect of Jews called the Essenes, and it was John——­ Yes, I know John was baptizing in Jordan, Joseph interrupted, and he baptized Jesus.  And after that he went into the desert, said Philip hurriedly, for he did not like being interrupted in his story.  He came up to Nazareth, I was saying, about two years ago, but was thrown out of that city and came here; he was more fortunate here, picking up bits of food from the people now and then, who, thinking him harmless, let him sleep in an odd hole or corner; but he must have often been like dying of hunger by the wayside, for he was always travelling, going his rounds from village to village.  But luck was on his side, and when he was near dying a traveller would come by and raise him and give him a little wine.  He is one of those that can do with little, and after the first few months he had the luck to cast out one or two devils, and finding he could cast out devils, he turned to the healing of the sick; and many is the withered limb that he put right, and many a lame man he has set walking with as good a stride as we are taking now, and many a blind man’s eyes he has opened, and the scrofulous he cured by looking at them—­so it is said.  And so his fame grew from day to day; the people love him, for he asks no money from them, which is a sure way into men’s affections; but those whose children he has cured cannot see him go away hungry, and they put a loaf into his shirt, for he takes anything that he can get except money, which he will not look upon.  There has been no holier man in these parts, Sir, these many years.  The oldest in the country cannot remember one like him—­my father is nearer ninety than eighty, and he says that Jesus is a greater man than he ever heard his father tell of, and he was well into the eighties before he died.  Now, Sir, as we are near to Peter’s house, you’ll not mind my telling you that there is no “Sir” or “Master” at Peter’s house.  But, Philip, has it not already been said that thou mayst drop such titles as “Sir” and “Master” in addressing me?  And wert thou not at one with me that we should be more courteous and friendly one between the other without them?  Well, yes, Master, I do recollect some such talk between us, but now that we be coming into Capernaum it would be well that I should call you “Joseph,” but “Joseph” would be difficult to me at first, and we are all brothers amongst us, only Jesus is Master over all of us, and God over him.  But it now strikes my mind that I have not told you how Jesus and Peter became acquainted.