"Science is basically opposed to religion," Monica had once said harshly. "No matter how many Jesuits get together and rationalize their views of science, the fact remains that religion cannot accept the fundamental attitudes of science and it is implicit to science to attack the fundamental principles of religion. The only area in which there is no difference and need be no war is in the ultimate assumption. One may or may not assume there is a supernatural being called God.
But as soon as one begins to defend one's assumption, there must be strife."
"You're talking about organized religion..."
"I'm talking about religion as opposed to a belief. Who needs the ritual of religion when we have the far superior ritual of science to replace it? Religion is a reasonable substitute for knowledge. But there is no longer any need for substitutes, Karl. Science offers a sounder basis on which to formulate systems of thought and ethics. We don't need the..." carrot of heaven and the big stick of hell any more when science can show the consequences of actions and men can judge easily for themselves whether those actions are right or wrong."
"I can't accept it."
"That's because you're sick. I'm sick, too, but at least I can see the promise of health"
"I can only see the threat of death..." As they had agreed, Judas kissed him on the cheek and the mixed force of Temple guards and Roman soldiers surrounded him.
To the Romans he said, with some difficulty, "I am the King of the Jews." To the Pharisees' servants be said: "I am the messiah who has come to destroy your masters." Now he was committed and the final ritual was to begin.
It was an untidy trial, an arbitrary mixture of Roman and Jewish law which did not altogether satisfy anyone. The object was accomplished after several conferences between Pontius Pilate and Caiaphas and three attempts to bend and merge their separate legal systems in order to fit the expediencies of the situation. Both needed a scapegoat for their different purposes and so at last the result was achieved and the madman convicted, on the one hand of rebellion against Rome and on the other of heresy.
A peculiar feature of the trial was that the witnesses were all followers of the man and yet had seemed eager to see him convicted.
The Pharisees agreed that the Roman method of execution would fit the time and the situation best in this case and it was decided to crucify him. The man had prestige, however, so that it would be necessary to use some of the tried Roman methods of humiliation in order to make him into a pathetic and ludicrous figure in the eyes of the pilgrims. Pilate assured the Pharisees that he would see to it, but he made sure that they signed documents that gave their approval to his actions.
And the soldiers led him away into the hall, called Praetorium; an Alhey call together the whole band. And they clothed him with purple, and platted a crown of thorns, and put it about his head. And began to salute him. Hail, King of the Jews! And they smote him on the head with a reed, and did spit upon him, and bowing their knees worshipped him. And when they had mocked him, they took off the purple from him, and put his own clothes on him, and led him out to crucify him.
(Mark 15:16-20)
VII
His brain was clouded now, by pain and by the ritual of humiliation; by his having completely given himself up to his r61e.
He was too weak to bear the heavy wooden cross and he walked behind it as it was dragged towards Golgotha by a Cyrenian whom the Romans had press-gauged for the purpose.
As he staggered through the crowded, silent streets, watched by those who had thought he would lead them against the Roman overlords, his eyes filled with tears so that his sight was blurred and he occasionally staggered off the road and was nudged back onto it by one of the Roman guards.
"You are too emotional, Karl. Why don't you use that brain of yours and pull yourself together?..." He remembered the words, but it was difficult to remember who had said them or who Karl was.
The road that led up the side of the hill was stony and he slipped sometimes, remembering another hill he had climbed long ago. It seemed to him that he had been a child, but the memory merged with others and it was impossible to tell.
He was breathing heavily and with some difficulty. The pain of the thorns in his head was barely felt, but his whole body seemed to throb in unison with his heartbeat. It was like a drum.
It was evening. The sun was setting. He fell on his face, cutting his head on a sharp stone, just as he reached the top of the hill. He fainted.
And they bring him unto the place Golgotha, which is, being interpreted. The place of a skull. And they gave him to drink-wine mingled with myrrh: but he received it not...
(Mark 15:22-23) He knocked the cup aside. The soldier shrugged and reached out for one of his arms. Another soldier already held the other arm.
As he recovered consciousness Glogauer began to tremble violently. He felt the pain intensely as the ropes bit into the flesh of his wrists and anides. He struggled.
He felt something cold placed against his palm. Although it only covered a small area in the center of his hand it seemed very heavy. He heard a sound that also was in rhythm with his heartbeats. He turned his head to look at the hand.
The large iron peg was being driven into his hand by a soldier swinging a mallet as he lay on the cross which was at this moment horizontal on the ground. He watched, wondering why there was no pain. The soldier swung the mallet higher as the peg met the resistance of the wood. Twice he missed the peg and struck Glogauer's fingers.
Glogauer looked to the other side and saw that the second soldier was also hammering in a peg. Evidently he missed the peg a great many times because the fingers of the hand were bloody and crushed.
The first soldier finished hammering in his peg and tamed his attention to the feet. Glogauer felt the iron slide through his flesh, heard it hammered home.
Using a pulley, they began to haul the cross into a vertical position. Glogauer noticed that he was alone. There were no others being crucified that day.
He got a clear view of the lights of Jerusalem below him.
There was still a little light in the sky but not much. Soon it would be completely dark. There was a small crowd looking on. One of the women reminded him of Monica. He called to her.
"Monica?" But his voice was cracked and the word was a whisper.
The woman did not look up.
He felt his body dragging at the nails which supported it.
He thought he felt a twinge of pain in his left hand. He seemed to be bleeding very heavily.
It was odd, he reflected, that it should be him hanging here. He supposed that it was the event he had originally <~-to witness. There was little doubt, really. Everything had gone perfectly.
The pain in his left hand increased.
He glanced down at the Roman guards who were playing dice at the foot of his cross. They seemed absorbed in their game. He could not see the markings of the dice from this distance.
He sighed. The movement of his chest seemed to throw extra strain on his hands. The pain was quite bad now. He winced and tried somehow to ease himself back against the wood.
The pain began to spread through his body. He gritted his teeth. It was dreadful. He gasped and shouted. He writhed.
There was no longer any light in the sky. Heavy clouds obscured stars and moon.
From below came whispered voices.
"Let me down," he called. "Oh, please let me down!" The pain filled him. He slumped forward, but nobody released him.
A little while later he raised his head. The movement caused a return of the agony and again he began to writhe on the cross.
"Let me down. Please. Please stop it!" Every part of his flesh, every muscle and tendon and bone of him, was filled with an almost impossible degree of pain.
He knew he would not survive until the next day as he had thought he might. He had not realized the extent of his pain.
And at the ninth hour lesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? which is, bein
g interpreted, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
(Mark 15:34) Glogauer coughed. It was a dry, barely heard sound. The soldiers below the cross heard it because the night was now so quiet.
"It's funny," one said. "Yesterday they were worshiping him. Today they seemed to want us to kill him even the ones who were closest to him."
"I'll be glad when we get out of this country," said another.
He heard Monica's voice again. "It's weakness and fear, Karl, that's driven you to this. Martyrdom is a conceit. Can't you see that?" Weakness and fear.
He coughed once more and the pain returned, but it was duller now.
Just before he died he began to talk again, muttering the words until his breath was goiter. "It's a lie. It's a lie. It's a lie." Later, after his body was stolen by the servants of some doctors who believed it to have special properties, there were rumors that he had not died. But the corpse was already rotting in the doctors' dissecting rooms and would soon be destroyed.
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