“Whom would you believe?”
“None, nothing save my own experience.”
“Not Him who made and who sustains your existence, my good sir?”
“Yes, if I knew Him and were assured He spoke.”
“That is the assurance I have.”
Æmilius shook his head. “When, how, where, and by whom did He declare to men that there is a life beyond the tomb?”
“The when was in the principate of Tiberius Cæsar, the how was by the mouth of His only-begotten Son, the where was in Palestine.”
The young lawyer laughed. “There is not a greater rogue and liar on the face of the earth than a Jew. I cannot believe in a revelation made elsewhere than at the center of the world, in the city of Rome.”
“Rome is the center of the world to you—but is it so to the infinite God?”
Æmilius shrugged his shoulders contemptuously. “I am a lawyer. I ask for evidence. And I would not trust the word of a Jew against that of a common Gaulish peasant.”