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This is peaceful, very peaceful. I love the little ones so very much, for they are all my children, and my father’s. They’re so very precious. I feel a certain calmness steal over me, a quietude of spirit. Into my mind comes, unbidden, the image of my Judas. A tremendous warmth flows through me at the very thought of him. I wonder what he’s doing, how he’s feeling. My previous agitation has been replaced by a new resolution, as I realize what I must do. I’ve come to a decision, a very important one.

I’m going to make a bargain with the devil—but it’s going to be on my terms.

And at just that moment, the door opens, and in walks the holder of my heart, with my two Marys in tow. My heart beats faster at the sight of him, and I cannot contain the smile that springs to my lips. I’d gladly die for him—and more—I realize that now. Whatever it takes to keep him safe—I’ll do.





Chapter Twenty-Eight: Mary Magdalene


I don’t think I’m getting through to the guys, for once. I mean, I talk, and they listen, but it’s like the signal isn’t really reaching them or something. Or they’re just changing the channel and tuning me out. They’re not real open about what they’re thinking, at least not to me, not right now, but I can just feel their resistance to the idea that we need to work with Judas, not against him. Especially Peter. I’ll have to keep working on them, I guess, but right now I have other fish to fry.

Mary is amazingly calm considering they not only arrested her son, but they did it earlier than we expected them to. A lot calmer than I’d be. I admire her so much. I wish I could be more like her, but I don’t think I have it in me. I need to see him so badly, make sure he’s all right, reach out and touch him again, while I still can. When I suggested to Mary that we go see Jesus, she simply said we will, it’s being taken care of. Then the next thing I know Judas is back, and he’s telling us we’re going to go see Jesus in a little while. How did she know? Somehow she just did. Like maybe she has inside information, or something. I guess it’s got to do with her having a special connection to God.

Judas seems like he’s a lot more focused now since he’s been to see Jesus. Like he’s got a plan, or something. But he isn’t exactly talking about it, either. Whatever it is, he better not fuck things up. Part of me doesn’t trust him yet, not completely.

But I can tolerate him a lot more than I used to, and that’s saying something, I guess.

Mary makes us all some lunch, says we need to keep up our strength, which makes sense to me, even though I’m anxious to get going. I notice Judas doesn’t bother to eat. He wanders off instead, and sadly nobody seems to notice or care, other than Mary. She doesn’t try to force him, though; her eyes just follow him sadly. What is she seeing? I think she knows something we don’t, but I know better than to ask. She’ll talk when she’s ready. By the time we’re done eating, he’s back, and Mary and I freshen up for our trip into town.

I don’t care how many times we do this; it isn’t easy to see the Master imprisoned. It simply breaks my heart. But I know I have to be brave, for him. I have to do what I can to make what time he has as pleasant as circumstances will allow. Which isn’t damn pleasant, if you get down to it. I push all these thoughts and concerns to the back of my mind. I’m determined not to show him anything but a smiling face. He has more than enough to worry about without us falling apart on him.

I expect Judas will demand to drive, being the man he is, and I prepare my argument in advance—it’s my rental, I paid for it, etc. But he surprises me by handing me over the keys instead. He helps Mary into the passenger seat then climbs in behind us, without saying a word. I notice he’s changed clothes too, into his own clothes—not designer or chic anything. His hair is still in braids—I guess he’ll need my help with those; he’ll never be unable to undo them. He can ask, if he wants it. Or he can suffer with them. Whatever.

It’s a silent drive into town. I turn on the radio, just for some noise. Luckily I have Sirius in this thing, or we’d be stuck listening to whatever crap the locals call music. I have to smile when one of my songs starts playing, even as an idea begins to form in my brain. I half expect Judas to tell me to turn that shit off, like he usually does. But he doesn’t say a word. It’s just too strange for words. Eerie even.

When we reach the jail and park, I’m not surprised to see the stupid bastards of C.O.C.K, there, along with their fearless leader. They’re picketing in front of the building, just like Judas said they were. These people need to get a life. Seriously.