Before Sunrise: The Next Sentence
The Persian saga reaches Jerusalem and releases the story to Matthew.
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1Outside Jerusalem, the Magi washed the road from their hands, faces, and feet. In the basin the morning star trembled above dust from Parthia, Syria, Nabataea, and Judea, as though every border they had crossed had become one small darkness beneath the water. 2Herod’s fortress lamps still burned. The priests knew the question they carried could awaken every fear by which a borrowed throne defended itself. 3Gold, frankincense, and myrrh were inspected one final time. “Gold for the road if power turns against the child,” said Mehrasp. “Incense so the messenger never replaces the Father. Myrrh because goodness is not protected from pain merely by being good.” 4The youngest asked whether they should tell the Judean priests about Cyrus, paradise, the House of Song, resurrection, and the long western borrowing. The elder shook his head. “We did not cross the world to win an argument at a child’s door.” 5Beneath his robe he carried the map without a name. If the court became dangerous, the visit would become a rescue. If the family vanished, the road would wait until the boy reached twelve. 6They rehearsed no speech about Saoshyant. Before rulers and scribes they would ask only the question the sign had placed upon them: where was the child born king of the Judeans? 7At the city gate, a tired guard looked at their foreign clothing and asked what business had brought eastern priests to Jerusalem before dawn. Mehrasp answered, “We have come to honor a child, not to challenge a city.” 8The gate opened. Bakers lit ovens, merchants raised shutters, and servants carried water through streets that did not yet know a king would be troubled before breakfast. 9The Magi entered without an army, carrying gifts, doubts, a hidden road, and the old promise that the Light could speak beyond the nation that first learned to name it. 10Before sunrise they stepped into Jerusalem. The Book of Diesel fell silent. The next sentence belongs to Matthew.