"I used to go every year when I was a boy," said Levi.
"Do you know any people who live in Jerusalem?" asked Judas.
"John and I know some people we sold fish to," answered Andrew.
Judas could hardly keep the scorn out of his voice. "You don't know the first thing about Jerusalem! You have no idea what you are getting into! You don't know anyone there except a few low-class people!"
The Zealot interrupted. "You seem to forget that I have a large number of friends in Jerusalem," he said hotly. "The city is full of Zealots! They all know me."
"Yes, and the police keep track of every one of them," retorted Judas. "Just as soon as the Romans see us with Zealots they will think that we are trying to start trouble. The best thing for us to do is to keep away from your friends!"
"I suppose you think we will win the confidence of the Jews by mixing with Pharisees!" snapped the Zealot.
"We will have to be careful, of course," said Judas. "But I know the right people. If we are clever, we will work from the inside."
"Well, I think the Master knows what he is doing," cut in Andrew.
Judas glanced ahead to where Jesus was walking alone and lowered his voice. "You know I am loyal to him, but he has been in Jerusalem only a few times in his life. He doesn't know any of the important people."