Apostle Peter and the Last Supper

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You know, I told him

This shelf smells

like a privy.

I will treat it as such.

Captain, reporting

with a new prisoner.

Signed by

the emperor.

Shut your mouth.

Looks like we've caught

quite a fish today.

Mystical insurrection

against the empire.

You, dirty old beggar?

Sir, he's of The Way.

Martinian, is it?

Yes, sir.

What way? Say what

you mean, guardsman.

He's a follower of the one

they call "Jesus the Christ. "

Jesus the Christ,

a religious fanatic.

Is that all we get

here these days?

Name?

What is his name?

Simon Peter of Galilee.

They call him

"the fisherman. "

He knew Jesus.

Enough!

Take him to the box.

Let him convert, relax.

Father,

thank you for this chance

to suffer for you.

Thy will be done.

When do you think

they will pass his sentence?

Do you really think

he knew this Jesus?

We should question him.

Maninian, you'd rather look

at some old fool than your wife?

Go home.

Calm yourself.

You'll be ne by yourself?

I think I can

handle watching a door.

Right, well,

I'll see you in the morning.

Is it you, Lord?

Ask your God

to save us.

Are you afraid

he'll deny you?

Am I to be judged silently

by an assassin's blade

in the night?

No...

that face has

never seen murder,

much less committed it.

I'm not supposed

to give you this.

So were you

a priest or a prophet?

I am a fisherman.

Lord Jesus,

thank you for this food,

bless it to my body

and body to your service.

Thank you

for my captors.

I pray for their hearts

to be open to you.

Amen.

So-

what is your price?

What?

What do you seek in

payment for this forbidden meal?

Just a-just a chat,

something to pass the hours.

Yeah right,

it's my wife, my Novella.

She's heard about these

Christians and their Way.

And your Messiah,

this Jesus,

she's insatiably

curious about him.

I've warned her

repeatedly to be careful,

but you know women,

or perhaps you don't.

Here I am with one of the most

famous Christians in my charge.

There's no harm to

ask him a few questions,

for her sake.

Ask, and it shall

be given to you;

seek,

and ye shall find.

What, did he say that?

Your God, your Jesus?

He said, "Come to me,

"all those who are weary

and heavy laden,

"and I will give you rest,

peace.

Do you want peace?

Don't get any ideas.

The gods are

good enough for me.

And what of

the life after this one?

Are you prepared

for that?

You really

think you could convert me

to living a life

of persecution?

No, to

living a life of hope

with an inheritance that can

never perish,

spoil, nor fade.

Is that so?

Do you care to make

a wager on that?

If you can convert me,

I'M set you free.

That wager would not

be fair for you.

Well, we will talk then,

and you will tell me

of your God,

and you will

meet your match, Simon Peter.

If that is your wish,

but I thought it was your

wife who was interested.

Processus.

Don't think you'll

get away with that easily.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

Fraternizing

with a prisoner.

It was merely

an interrogation.

On whose orders?

My own.

I should report this.

Are we to open

Pandora's Box

and report each

other's transgressions,

dear Processus?

Should I report

the gambling?

The women?

The missing wife?

The lightened coffers?

I was wondering when

you might grow a backbone.

Why is he so important

to you, anyway?

He's a famous man.

I've never met

a famous man.

I'm curious.

Don't get

too attached.

His sentence?

There's no reward

waiting for you in the Kingdom.

My master can free you

from this suffering

and provide great riches.

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