Resurrection (Blood of the Lamb) by Mandy Hager

Author:Mandy Hager
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Prometheus Books
Published: 2014-08-12T00:00:00+00:00

When Maryam awoke, warm fingers of sunlight reached in through the thatched shutters to caress her cheek. Lazarus lay beside her, tousled but only half asleep.

He rose up on one elbow and reached across, tucking a tangle of her wiry hair behind her ear as his proximity put her senses onto high alert. “How did you do that?” he asked, indicating to the scar on the tip of her ear.

“I had a fight with a rock,” she answered, recalling the night she and Joseph had hidden in the cleft behind the waterfall, his body crammed so close to hers she'd felt his every breath.

“Someone threw a rock at you?” Lazarus sounded outraged.

“No.” She laughed. “It was my own clumsiness. I have scars all over me!” She sat and drew up her legs, pointing to the many tiny purple marks that pitted her knees. “Look! Here and here…and here…” His eyes tracked her finger, and all at once she realised just how intently he was studying her skin. A wave of heat flooded her and she pulled the blanket back across her legs, shrugging as casually as she could. “See. Just plain old clumsy.”

Now Lazarus sat up as well. “Once, when I was ten,” he said, “I tried to climb this really tall coconut palm to prove to Joseph I wasn't afraid. I was doing quite well until my aunt spotted me. As soon as she called out, warning me not to fall, I did! Here, look!” He dragged his unkempt hair back from his forehead and leaned forward to show her the crescent-shaped scar. “I was knocked out for about five minutes. Poor Aunt Deborah nearly died of fright—and my mother was so angry she stopped me visiting here on my own.”

“Did that upset you?”

“I seem to recall locking myself in my room and refusing to speak to her for at least a week. In the end Father broke the lock and caned me for causing her distress.”

“He beat you?”

“All the time. Two strikes were normal—good parental discipline, he called it—I think the most I ever had in one session was six…no, eight. That hurts.”

For a moment Maryam had a sickening flash of Brother Mark, who was lashed for helping her escape the Holy City and later died from his wounds. How could beating someone to death be condoned by the Lord? She longed to fire this question at Father Joshua—to stand before him and all his disciples and speak the truth. Yet, even as she thought this, she was swept by fear. There was a good chance standing up to him meant she would die, and if Lazarus—

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