“Take him away! Take him away!” the crowd shouted with one voice. “Nail him to the cross!” “Would you have me nail your chief to the cross?” he asked them. This time the head holy men answered back, “We have no other chief than the Ruler of the People of Iron (Caesar).”
To those who speak against us, we wage peace. To those who walk in the ways of this world, we are the mud they scrape from their moccasins and the buffalo chips they wipe from between their toes. Yes, to this very day we message bearers have suffered all these things.