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ply their trade up and down the river and is taken upstream to a
close to the Kalends of February the days are warm and the rains
For nearly two weeks Malinus Stilio has known nothing but
the sea, its swells, and its storms. His world shrunk to the
size of a boat, a place where all faces are known. That world
putrid dates, that's all. He moves away from the quay and the
out from the ancient cliffs: cliffs which rise and fall, rise
and fall.
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This is the first time he has walked on dry land for weeks.
His stomach roils and his legs are weak; he must find a place to
wine bowls: even they are drunk. He cannot stand it; he weaves
he's not sure which, jeering at the whores. Before he can move a
whip stings the back of his neck: a litter hurries past, carried
Can this truly the place where the revered St. Paul began
his mission? Can this really be the city from which Christendom
spread?
street after another, all of them hot and crowded, all of them
red ball of fire sinks through the dust; the sun is setting.
must, he must –
'Get out of the way!' A blow knocks him to the floor. When
Run, hide.
and a woman are having sex: noisy, driving sex. Stilio backs
'But the room was vacant,' the landlord says, his Greek so
'You're what? Oh, I see, you don't like women. Well, there
masculine, so virile.'
The sweating fat man licks his lips. Stilio backs off in
disgust.
'Oh, come now, have a bowl of wine. All troubles will pass,
find his bed is now empty. He lies down in another man's sweat
streets where even now, some of the lamps are blazing. Stilio
hill, up past the great stone head, its face lost in the shade,
to a cave carved in the rock. The crowd are gathered before it,
silent and expectant. The sun rises, striking the city towers,
and there is a shout of joy from all assembled; the bishop has
arrived, cloaked in purple and gold. Behind him are the holy
Peter with his own hands: the first church ever to be built.
'That’s what the island is,' a man named Josef tells him.
'It has only been two years since I set foot in Antioch,'
just as I am.'
quarter symbols of the true faith are everywhere. Icons are sold
Imperial Palace.
concealed, stalls are packed and hidden away. Church doors slam,
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they stroll by, glaring with practised ferocity. Then they are
gone.
normal.
'We don't mind them,' Josef says, 'and they don't mind us.
This is Antioch: no one cares what you do here, not even the
Emperor. He's too busy with his new-found riches, his concubines
and all the other simpering lackeys. Oh, he drags himself from
his stinking bed now and then; he's even been known to lop off a
few heads from time to time. It doesn't last; the wine chalice
calls and he's back to the baths getting his cock sucked and all
that regard: his word does not run beyond the island and
everyone knows it but him! God be praised for giving him to us.'
there is holiness here if you know where to look for it. Come,
All that day they weave through the streets. Here is the
place where St. Paul brought back to life the boy who had fallen
reveals the truth. Now let me take you to a place where Simon-
Peter...'
awhile.
with him when his labours are done. Until then Stilio wanders
worship.
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aroused.
chested women are bearing whips; they are beating one another.
presses himself against the cool marble column. His heart beats
son Attis died for the sins of man! Bear witness to our grief!
Take pity upon us! Let thy son be reborn unto the land!'
'Let Him rise from the earth and walk upon it! Let Him
The music starts and the dancers begin again. But it is not
Stilio flees the temple with his mind in torment and his
dirt; follow me, it reads. It spurs him on. The words repeat
themselves again and again, forming a trail which leads out into
the street. The crowd grows thicker, the words become smudged by
the passing feet, but he can still make out their meaning so he
follows them. He follows until the words are lost and he can
stop.
her face shines like a lamp in the shadows. She catches his eye
naked and without shame. She beckons towards a narrow alley and
he goes to her.
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which ducks away, too fast and too late. Her pimp. Their purpose
to sin.
linger over food or else go to the baths. Soon they have the
road to themselves.
between here and Tarsus. Some say you can still see the jawbone
from the south. In the north, the sea is much closer. Now once
'Yes, I do.'
he has.
sometimes.'
'Traitor.'
'Judas.'
'Yes, I've read his books, too. You should read them if you
innocent men.'
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'Let me tell you this, Judas had one thing right. When all
stones.'
'Blasphemer.'
witnesses.'
them calls out. 'Got some more meat for the pot, have you?'
the work.'
'If you don't like it, we can always send you where he's
'Won't fetch much as a slave. Can't get any useful work out
think?'
martyr. That's what your kind want, isn't it? Well, we're happy
'Yeah, metal. We'll light a fire under it; make sure it's
The other laughs. 'Nice and hot you mean! Glowing hot!'
'– and before you meet your god, you'll have a nice lie-
down.'
his ear.
screams and loses his grip. Stilio wriggles free and sprints
through the trees, away from the road. The men shout behind him,
cries of insects all around him. Ahead, the hills rise steeply,
cannot keep up. But Josef can. Josef runs silently behind him.
stop.
Rocky ground. Feet jar against the stones, his arms, his
Stilio climbs higher. The sun beats down, making every move
vanished.
taking back what was stolen from him, taking the rest in
for survival’?
atone for his sin in martyrdom. He prays for direction but God
He knows that he must atone for his sin, for his lack of
The moon has risen before Stilio finally stands and walks
see.
telling Stilio that the death of a sinful man will not mark his
soul, maybe. One thing is certain; no one will follow him now.
Stilio turns away. Away from Antioch and its soldiers and
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