"Jolie Howard - I Am Not Judas" - читать интересную книгу автора (Howard Jolie)

    
I nodded, but did not smile.

    
"Did he ascend?" he asked, eagerly.

    
"No. He merely died." I turned away, hiding my
true feelings.
"He is to be buried in a rich man's garden."

    
My sweet love cried, slept, and awoke crying moments later.
I held him to my
breasts and comforted him in the ways a man prefers. For
those minutes, he
forgot his sadness and was eased.

    
 When I awoke, he was gone from my bed. I found him, sitting
in the sun beside
my door. The neighbors watched from their windows, curious
to see what man
would visit me so openly. They turned away from my baleful

stare, afraid. I
would have to move on soon, before they accused me as a
witch.

    
I sat beside him, and he offered his wrist. His blood was
sweeter than any save
my twin's and of my uncle's family who were no more. His
kiss was for the
circle; his passion was as pale as the sun was bright.

    
"I did not betray him," he whispered. "Though
he thinks I
did."

    
I shook my head. "He knew, before he died, that you
were faithful."

    
Judas sighed. "And the purse of silver?"

    
"Give it to his followers, or his family, or the