The Nativity Story Page #3

A Messiah...

to deliver my people.

Please, Lord, let Elizabeth be with child

as the angel spoke.

Look!

Go!

Elizabeth!

Elizabeth!

- Elizabeth.

- Oh, child.

Oh, child!

Blessed are you among women...

and blessed

is the fruit of your womb.

But... how could you know?

Who am I that the mother

of my Lord should come to me?

The moment I heard your voice...

my child leapt in my womb for joy.

Blessed is she

who believes the Lord's words.

The star is here.

Jupiter is here.

But look.

Another star!

No. Venus.

If I am correct, and I usually am...

all 3 will appear to touch...

for the first time in 3,000 years.

Venus is called the mother planet.

Jupiter, the shining father.

Don't you see?

Mother and father

aligned in the heavens as one.

And the star itself?

It is called Sharu.

Babylonian.

For "king."

He's been silent

since he came out of the temple.

Not a word?

He writes.

He writes of who our son will be.

What he will become.

God will lift his burden.

I have told him the same,

but he feels unworthy.

Are you frightened?

Yes.

A husband has been chosen for me.

The law says I was

to remain pure for a year.

How is he to believe this?

Stay with us, then.

We will pray for guidance.

Elizabeth...

why is it me God has asked?

I am nothing.

Oh, child.

Elizabeth!

What is it, child?

He is moving.

Ah! Mine too.

Barren desert.

Inhospitable plains.

Rugged mountain ranges.

Then Jerusalem.

Surely you speak of

a spiritual journey, Melchior.

Not one that would

actually take you there.

You wish to travel

to the land of Judea?

No.

I wish for all of us to go.

Melchior, this land you speak of...

it will take months to journey there.

We know nothing

of the dangers we may find.

And you're following a star?

Only because it burns bright?

Balthasar, surely you will join me.

The star will be as bright

here as anywhere.

You said yourself

it would be a star over Judea!

But, Melchior...

Yes, but I would need

my instruments, my charts.

- Take them.

- But what about my cushions?

My pillows? Wh...?

What about

the food I'm accustomed to?

Huh. Very accustomed to.

Yes. I need my dates,

my nuts, my spices.

What about my wine, Melchior?

If you need another camel,

I'll bring it for you!

Join me.

Both of you.

They will be wasted months.

I'm sorry, but I cannot join you.

Only one more camel?

Now breathe.

A son.

Beautiful.

What name have you given him?

He shall have the name of John.

John?

But, Elizabeth...

there is no one in your family

who bears that name.

Zechariah would not wish for this.

If he could speak...

he would want a name

that honors such a blessed child.

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