Friends Judas had said. The names in her dreams, were they friends? Were
they looking for her? Should she be looking for them? She shrugged and
focused on following Judas. Maybe one of his friends might be able to help
her.
* * * * * * * *
Guillaume broke his way through the bushes angrily. The rest of the group followed him anxiously. A sullen Phillipe brought up the rear, his pale green eyes never leaving Guillaume's back. They had awoken a few minutes earlier and Rosie had explained to them Marius' theory that they might be in a garden, not a forest. Martin's response had been, " See…I told you I wasn't imagining things!" to Lucy. Guillaume's response had been to stand up, glare at Phillipe (as was becoming customary) and start to break his way through the trees surrounding them shouting,
" Well no wonder we haven't found her! If this is a garden she's probably figured that out and gone looking for help!" After a few shrugs and much rolling of eyes the others followed him. And so there they were. Charging through the undergrowth in search of help. Rosie glanced up at Marius, as she ducked to dodge a branch left swinging by Guillaume.
" Wish I'd kept my mouth shut now!" she rolled her eyes as they fought to keep up with Guillaume. Phillipe cursed under his breath as a branch clipped his head as he followed the friends through the trees. His efforts to keep up the pace meant that he was forgetting to duck and as such his great height, as effective as it was when he was a policeman, was now proving to be somewhat of a hinderance! A second branch narrowly missed his eye and he had to bite his lip to prevent himself from shouting obscenities at the top of his voice. At the front of the group Guillaume wasn't faring much better. He found himself rubbing at his eyes every few seconds to try and stop the tears from falling. He didn't know whether it was hope, that Jo might be waiting outside this garden alive and well, or whether it was fear, that the worst had happened and they would never find her. He frowned and sped up even more, throwing branches out of his way. His brow set with a look of determination. Moments later he stopped, causing the others to halt sharply to prevent them running into him. They all stood in what seemed to be the gateway to the garden. A simple stone archway lay in front of them, walls meeting on either side.
" Well…you were right about it being a garden…" Lucy muttered as they looked up at the stone arch.
" So which garden is it…?" Mark started as they headed under the stone gateway and outside the garden. They glanced back over their shoulders and Rosie stifled a gasp.
" What…what is it?" Marius asked, his voice full of worry.
" L-l-look…" Rosie stood, her eyes wide open and her arm pointing towards a sign fixed to one side of the archway. The friends squinted to see what was written and one by one their mouths dropped open.
" It can't be…" muttered Jenny.
" There must be a mistake…" Mark frowned.
" I don't believe it…" Lucy's face was pale and her eyes bright.
" Well…what does it mean…?" Bertrande asked, her brow furrowed.
" You know where we are…don't you…?" Phillipe's face was full of intrigue.
" Well? Where are we…?" Guillaume demanded.
" Well…" swallowed Rosie, blinking as if she was trying to convince herself that what her eyes were seeing was real. " That sign says…The Garden of…Gethsemane…" Rosie glanced at the others, " The garden in which Judas betrays Jesus…" she said quietly.
" Jesus Christ…" muttered Martin.
" Exactly!" Lucy said. " That's exactly where we are!"
" I don't understand…you're telling me there's another musical about Jesus??" Marius frowned, they'd only just left behind another musical featuring the son of God.
" Oh no…in Whistle Down the Wind they only think he's Jesus…in this one…he…he…" stammered Mark.
" This one is the real Jesus…" Rosie looked at them, "…This is Jesus Christ Superstar…"
* * * * * * * *
Judas led her into a market place, busy with people bartering with the stall owners. Greeting each other as they passed. One or two people called out to Judas, who waved back or called out 'Morning'. He bought some bread for them and some fruit and led her to one side of the market where they could sit. They sat on some large stone steps and started to eat the bread. She watched the people walking past with great interest, scouring every face for a clue to see if anyone else was familiar. She glanced back at Judas who was looking intently at her own face. She coughed on the piece of bread she was eating and frowned slightly. " What?" she asked.
" I was just trying to figure out…" Judas sighed, breaking a piece of bread off of the loaf in his hands, " …what your name might be…that's all…" he grinned popping the bread into his mouth.
" Oh…" she smiled aware that she was blushing and tore her green eyes away from his. " Well…any ideas?" Judas sighed and reached out, turning her face towards his, forcing her eyes to look into his once more. He studied her face for a few seconds and his dark brows frowned.
" Well…" a smile broke his frown, " I doubt that you're called John…!" She smiled and then laughed.
" How do you know…?" she raised her own eyebrows and put her head on one side.
" You're too pretty to be called John…" his eyes sparkled and she swallowed nervously. She reached up and moved his hand from her chin and returned her gaze to the crowds.
" Th-thank you…" she stammered. She looked up and saw two blue eyes staring over at her and Judas. The blue eyes came closer and she saw they were framed in a youthful face with blonde hair, spiked up on top of his head. She tutted and glanced at Judas.
" Looks like Simon's joining us for breakfast…" she grinned. Judas frowned.
" How…how did you know who he was…?" he asked and watched as her smile faded.
" I…I don't know…" she said shrugging. " But that is his name…that is Simon Zealotes isn't it?!" Judas' mouth dropped open in shock.
" Happy to see me are we…?" Simon smiled as he arrived. His blue eyes flashed at hers. " And who might you be…?"
" You two haven't met…?" Judas mumbled,
" No genius that's why I asked who your friend is…" Simon rolled his eyes and sat down on the other side of her. " I'm…" he started but she cut him off.
" It's Simon…Simon Zealotes right?!" she watched as Simon's face grew a little pale.
" I take it Judas has been telling you about me then?" he said, throwing a not particularly pleasant glance at Judas who simply shook his head and shrugged.
" Nope…not me…" Judas looked back at her. " She knew you…somehow…"
" Well…will you not tell me your name…?" Simon asked her, his eyebrows raised in interest.
" I'd love to only…" she started.
" Only she doesn't know…" Judas finished, " I found her in the Garden, she hurt her head and now she can't remember a thing…except a few random names…" he sighed.
" But you know me…?" Simon looked into her eyes and she frowned for a second.
" I think so…I mean I know your name…but I don't know why…" Judas stood up. She looked up at him,
" Where are you going?" she asked, he offered his hand to help her up. She took it and he pulled her up easily.
" We," he corrected, " Are going to see someone…let's see if you know his name too…" Judas said smiling as he led her down the steps. Simon stood and watched them go, frowning as he tried to figure out what had just happened. How could a girl, he'd never seen before in his life, know his name when she didn't even know her own. He shook his head and sighed. This was not the place to think. He turned and headed away from the market. The Garden that was where he needed to go. He could just see the archway to the garden ahead when he heard a gasp. He turned to see a group of about ten people. All looking at him. He frowned and wandered over to them. One of the girls, with big brown eyes and long brown hair was whispering animatedly to the others.
" Are…are you lost?" he asked.
" Er…a little…" a tall blonde girl said from the back of the group.
" Well tell me where you want to go and I'll try my best to help you…!" he smiled and was pleased to see it returned by most of them. All except for two of the men. A taller, older looking man didn't look too impressed with him. Nor did a younger man, with long dark hair and eyes like Judas'. Both of them had faces like thunder, but he noticed that their anger was directed at each other rather than at him.
" If you could point us in the direction of some food that'd be good!" smiled another young man. He was tall with short dark brown hair and bright eyes. " Sure…" Simon smiled pointing in the direction he's just come from. " There's a market not far from here…just head in that direction and you can't miss it…"
" Thank you…" the small girl with brown eyes said, her face bright with excitement.
" No problem!" smiled Simon. " I'm sure I'll see you around…" he started to continue walking towards the Garden when he heard the small girl whispering to the others.
" See I told you…that was Simon Zealotes…we're here!"
" Rosie are you sure?" a dark haired girl asked.
" I'm positive!" she grinned as they headed off towards the market. Simon stood for a moment trying to comprehend what had just happened. Two complete strangers had known his name, his full name. He frowned and carried on.
" Why do I get the feeling this is going to be a very interesting day!" Simon sighed and entered the garden.
* * * * * * * *
Guillaume broke his way through the bushes angrily. The rest of the group followed him anxiously. A sullen Phillipe brought up the rear, his pale green eyes never leaving Guillaume's back. They had awoken a few minutes earlier and Rosie had explained to them Marius' theory that they might be in a garden, not a forest. Martin's response had been, " See…I told you I wasn't imagining things!" to Lucy. Guillaume's response had been to stand up, glare at Phillipe (as was becoming customary) and start to break his way through the trees surrounding them shouting,
" Well no wonder we haven't found her! If this is a garden she's probably figured that out and gone looking for help!" After a few shrugs and much rolling of eyes the others followed him. And so there they were. Charging through the undergrowth in search of help. Rosie glanced up at Marius, as she ducked to dodge a branch left swinging by Guillaume.
" Wish I'd kept my mouth shut now!" she rolled her eyes as they fought to keep up with Guillaume. Phillipe cursed under his breath as a branch clipped his head as he followed the friends through the trees. His efforts to keep up the pace meant that he was forgetting to duck and as such his great height, as effective as it was when he was a policeman, was now proving to be somewhat of a hinderance! A second branch narrowly missed his eye and he had to bite his lip to prevent himself from shouting obscenities at the top of his voice. At the front of the group Guillaume wasn't faring much better. He found himself rubbing at his eyes every few seconds to try and stop the tears from falling. He didn't know whether it was hope, that Jo might be waiting outside this garden alive and well, or whether it was fear, that the worst had happened and they would never find her. He frowned and sped up even more, throwing branches out of his way. His brow set with a look of determination. Moments later he stopped, causing the others to halt sharply to prevent them running into him. They all stood in what seemed to be the gateway to the garden. A simple stone archway lay in front of them, walls meeting on either side.
" Well…you were right about it being a garden…" Lucy muttered as they looked up at the stone arch.
" So which garden is it…?" Mark started as they headed under the stone gateway and outside the garden. They glanced back over their shoulders and Rosie stifled a gasp.
" What…what is it?" Marius asked, his voice full of worry.
" L-l-look…" Rosie stood, her eyes wide open and her arm pointing towards a sign fixed to one side of the archway. The friends squinted to see what was written and one by one their mouths dropped open.
" It can't be…" muttered Jenny.
" There must be a mistake…" Mark frowned.
" I don't believe it…" Lucy's face was pale and her eyes bright.
" Well…what does it mean…?" Bertrande asked, her brow furrowed.
" You know where we are…don't you…?" Phillipe's face was full of intrigue.
" Well? Where are we…?" Guillaume demanded.
" Well…" swallowed Rosie, blinking as if she was trying to convince herself that what her eyes were seeing was real. " That sign says…The Garden of…Gethsemane…" Rosie glanced at the others, " The garden in which Judas betrays Jesus…" she said quietly.
" Jesus Christ…" muttered Martin.
" Exactly!" Lucy said. " That's exactly where we are!"
" I don't understand…you're telling me there's another musical about Jesus??" Marius frowned, they'd only just left behind another musical featuring the son of God.
" Oh no…in Whistle Down the Wind they only think he's Jesus…in this one…he…he…" stammered Mark.
" This one is the real Jesus…" Rosie looked at them, "…This is Jesus Christ Superstar…"
* * * * * * * *
Judas led her into a market place, busy with people bartering with the stall owners. Greeting each other as they passed. One or two people called out to Judas, who waved back or called out 'Morning'. He bought some bread for them and some fruit and led her to one side of the market where they could sit. They sat on some large stone steps and started to eat the bread. She watched the people walking past with great interest, scouring every face for a clue to see if anyone else was familiar. She glanced back at Judas who was looking intently at her own face. She coughed on the piece of bread she was eating and frowned slightly. " What?" she asked.
" I was just trying to figure out…" Judas sighed, breaking a piece of bread off of the loaf in his hands, " …what your name might be…that's all…" he grinned popping the bread into his mouth.
" Oh…" she smiled aware that she was blushing and tore her green eyes away from his. " Well…any ideas?" Judas sighed and reached out, turning her face towards his, forcing her eyes to look into his once more. He studied her face for a few seconds and his dark brows frowned.
" Well…" a smile broke his frown, " I doubt that you're called John…!" She smiled and then laughed.
" How do you know…?" she raised her own eyebrows and put her head on one side.
" You're too pretty to be called John…" his eyes sparkled and she swallowed nervously. She reached up and moved his hand from her chin and returned her gaze to the crowds.
" Th-thank you…" she stammered. She looked up and saw two blue eyes staring over at her and Judas. The blue eyes came closer and she saw they were framed in a youthful face with blonde hair, spiked up on top of his head. She tutted and glanced at Judas.
" Looks like Simon's joining us for breakfast…" she grinned. Judas frowned.
" How…how did you know who he was…?" he asked and watched as her smile faded.
" I…I don't know…" she said shrugging. " But that is his name…that is Simon Zealotes isn't it?!" Judas' mouth dropped open in shock.
" Happy to see me are we…?" Simon smiled as he arrived. His blue eyes flashed at hers. " And who might you be…?"
" You two haven't met…?" Judas mumbled,
" No genius that's why I asked who your friend is…" Simon rolled his eyes and sat down on the other side of her. " I'm…" he started but she cut him off.
" It's Simon…Simon Zealotes right?!" she watched as Simon's face grew a little pale.
" I take it Judas has been telling you about me then?" he said, throwing a not particularly pleasant glance at Judas who simply shook his head and shrugged.
" Nope…not me…" Judas looked back at her. " She knew you…somehow…"
" Well…will you not tell me your name…?" Simon asked her, his eyebrows raised in interest.
" I'd love to only…" she started.
" Only she doesn't know…" Judas finished, " I found her in the Garden, she hurt her head and now she can't remember a thing…except a few random names…" he sighed.
" But you know me…?" Simon looked into her eyes and she frowned for a second.
" I think so…I mean I know your name…but I don't know why…" Judas stood up. She looked up at him,
" Where are you going?" she asked, he offered his hand to help her up. She took it and he pulled her up easily.
" We," he corrected, " Are going to see someone…let's see if you know his name too…" Judas said smiling as he led her down the steps. Simon stood and watched them go, frowning as he tried to figure out what had just happened. How could a girl, he'd never seen before in his life, know his name when she didn't even know her own. He shook his head and sighed. This was not the place to think. He turned and headed away from the market. The Garden that was where he needed to go. He could just see the archway to the garden ahead when he heard a gasp. He turned to see a group of about ten people. All looking at him. He frowned and wandered over to them. One of the girls, with big brown eyes and long brown hair was whispering animatedly to the others.
" Are…are you lost?" he asked.
" Er…a little…" a tall blonde girl said from the back of the group.
" Well tell me where you want to go and I'll try my best to help you…!" he smiled and was pleased to see it returned by most of them. All except for two of the men. A taller, older looking man didn't look too impressed with him. Nor did a younger man, with long dark hair and eyes like Judas'. Both of them had faces like thunder, but he noticed that their anger was directed at each other rather than at him.
" If you could point us in the direction of some food that'd be good!" smiled another young man. He was tall with short dark brown hair and bright eyes. " Sure…" Simon smiled pointing in the direction he's just come from. " There's a market not far from here…just head in that direction and you can't miss it…"
" Thank you…" the small girl with brown eyes said, her face bright with excitement.
" No problem!" smiled Simon. " I'm sure I'll see you around…" he started to continue walking towards the Garden when he heard the small girl whispering to the others.
" See I told you…that was Simon Zealotes…we're here!"
" Rosie are you sure?" a dark haired girl asked.
" I'm positive!" she grinned as they headed off towards the market. Simon stood for a moment trying to comprehend what had just happened. Two complete strangers had known his name, his full name. He frowned and carried on.
" Why do I get the feeling this is going to be a very interesting day!" Simon sighed and entered the garden.