pilate · master and margarita · roman procurator · cowardly · manipulative · historical fantasy · guilt · redemption · yeshua · migraine
Early on the fourteenth of Nisan, Pontius Pilate, Procurator of Judea, walked into the covered colonnade of Herod the Great’s palace. The white cloak with its blood-red lining and his shuffling cavalryman’s stride announced his rank. The air was thick with the scent of rose oil—a smell he detested, portending a grievous day ahead. Without a glance at those around him, Pilate sank into the chair prepared beside the fountain on the mosaic floor, lost in his own tormented thoughts.