From Uri’s right, a thin man was dragged along, held by the arms by two guards. They stopped at the door, opened it, led him in, then shut the door.
Uri closed his eyes and went over the hearing again, only opening his eyes when it had ended. At that point the man was brought out. Those two guards likewise stopped, with the man between them looking at his feet and panting.
Yet another man was brought in from the right by two guards. The procedure was the same. Uri closed his eyes and once more went over the hearing, and when that was done this man was also brought out.
If that’s a court hearing, thought Uri, they get through their cases fast.
There were eight other prisoners besides Uri and sixteen guards by the time the strategos came out of the room, the two elderly men behind him. The strategos went to the left down the corridor, with the guards and the accused setting off after him.
They reached the end of the palace; the light hit Uri’s eyes. Below him was a drop of several stories deep. He grew dizzy. He threw a glance backward. On the third floor of the citadel they had stepped out onto the top of the double colonnade, which surrounded the Temple. The columns of white marble were covered with cedar planks. He looked up at the fortress. He could see a tower at each of the four corners, the eastern and southern ones being taller than the other two.
He turned to the front, southward. On his right there was a parapet on the top of the colonnade, guarding the outer edge, but not one for the inner edge, and the parapet was not high anyway, reaching the hips, so one might easily fall off. He had a sudden empty feeling in his stomach, and even though the top of the colonnade was not particularly narrow, fifteen or twenty cubits perhaps, he still felt dizzy. They would have to go the length of the stone-flagged ledge. He peered to the front, narrowing his eyes; the colonnade led past the mass of the Temple and met at the end, at right angles, with an enormous, very long colonnade that was two stories high; the upper level, which must have been the royal stoa, was narrower than the lowers. Around the middle of the colonnade, down on the right, a bridge: that must be the viaduct there had been so much dispute about, which connected the Upper City with Temple Square.
They moved slowly; Uri looked to his left and gazed at the huge, scaffolded edifice of the Temple. It was an odd, T-shaped structure, the farther block to the east being taller than the western limb pointed toward them, which had lower wings on both sides. Smoke was rising above the Temple; meat was being burned, sacrifices being made even at this time. The altar stone could not be seen from the wall; it was concealed by the giant building. The parts of the T-shaped building that were not scaffolded dimly gleamed white and yellow. As they got closer Uri could see that the enormous stone blocks were faced in some places with marble plates, in others with gold sheets. Presumably similar trim was going to be applied to the whole, and that was the reason for the scaffolding. He noticed the same sort of parapet on the flat roof of the T-shaped building as on the top of their own colonnade: it was of crenellated stone, perhaps so that soldiers would be able to shoot arrows downward if need be.
The Temple was a fortress, and that was why it was so massive and tall — maybe as much as one hundred cubits from its foundations. Buildings as imposing as this were not erected in Rome; the buildings on Capitoline Hill were much lower.
An empty space lay to the north of the Temple, toward the Antonia, with no more than a few people wandering in it. What might that be?
He nudged in the side the prisoner next to him, and indicated the square with his head.
“It belongs to the Gentiles,” said the sullen man.
In other words, that was the part that non-Jews could enter if they wished to observe the central edifice of the Jewish faith; they were not allowed elsewhere.
Uri was walking in the middle of the row, as far as he could get from the two edges of the ledge. When he looked to the right, there, beyond the viaduct, at the end of a long fortified wall stood Herod’s palace, where he had eaten dinner yesterday evening. He could see the two wings of the building, and was surprised at how tall the three towers at the northern end were, the most westerly of them being the tallest. All three towers seemed to have house-like structures on their tops, with windows and roof gardens. He was screwing up his eyes because he was unable to make them out well, with the white marble towers glistening fiercely in the strong sunlight. Someone else should be here, someone who can see, he thought. He looked back to the left, then again to the right. He was able to see that the Temple was higher than even the tallest of the towers. It may well be a regulation, he thought.
From the top of the colonnade he could also vaguely discern that the Temple esplanade was itself divided into a number of sections, and between these ran bulky brick and stone walls, higher than a man and of varied design. Uri cupped both hands in front of his eyes; the guard let him. On the eastern half of the large, paved square that was not built on and situated toward the Antonia, north of the Temple, skinned animal carcasses hung on hooks from huge columns. That was therefore the slaughterhouse, and it was from there that the hunks of the sacrificial offerings were taken to put on the top of the altar. Uri peered; he could see nothing to the east beyond the far colonnade, only peacefully leafing hillocks with trees and gardens. That was presumably the Valley of Hinnom, running between the hills and Temple Mount; it was from there that sacrificial animals were taken to the slaughterer’s bench. Somewhere down there would have to be the hand-over place where the Levite slaughterers inspected the sacrificial animals and any that did not prove to be intact would be rejected. That must be unpleasant, Uri considered: what was the procedure to be followed in such a case? It had to be redeemed with money, for an extra fifth over its value? Or bring a replacement animal later if one did not have that much money? How did it go?
To the right, a glorious colonnade ran from Herod’s palace toward the next construction, the Hasmoneans’ palace. It was a dark, plain building; he could not see it very well because of the sun shining in his eyes, but that palace was not encased with white marble, that was for sure.
They clambered up onto a two-cubit high platform, proceeding over the top of the gate above the viaduct. Uri dared not look down; one of the prisoners quietly said, “The Sanhedrin!” Uri took a grip on himself and looked down; he could see a quadrangular building pasted onto the base of the viaduct. Could that really be where the Great Sanhedrin held its sessions? The Hall of Hewn Stones? This building, the Xystus? He did not dare ask. His previous fellow prisoners had said that the Sanhedrin was no longer holding its sessions there.
Blinking, he searched for where the palace of the high priest, where he had been imprisoned, might be, but he could not see through the rooftops, and in any case he would not have recognized it. The Upper City was heavily built up; only the highest buildings stood out. Uri could not see a single straight road; the alleyways meandered capriciously, with huts standing next to huge houses. Here it was as if Far Side and true Rome had been jumbled up together. It was strange to see into gardens from the top of the wall; in some he saw glinting mirrors, water basins. The wealthy had their own mikvehs.
The top of the long, wide colonnade that rested on the high ramparts of the Upper City was likewise flat, with an exit from the first floor of Herod’s palace opening directly onto it. There seemed to be people strolling about on top of the colonnade right now, just like the evening before: yes, mercenaries, each with a spear in his right hand. No doubt the famous “right-handers.” Perhaps they were keeping an eye on the Upper City market square to intervene if they spotted any cheating at the stalls of the traders. Yet it was not here that his fellow prisoner had overturned tables but in the Temple Square, in the women’s court, to the left.