One morning they entered the courtyard where the prisoners worked, but the Warden missing.
Some then went to work as usually did, others were doing nothing.
Then one of them stepped forward and said: "Work as you like, or do nothing: it is the same thing. Your secret machinations were discovered recently there has been spying on the supervisor and decide in the coming days for each of you His Judgement.
you know, it's hard and vindictive.
now but be careful: I not what they seem, but much more: they are the Son of Warden and can do everything with Him
Can I save, I want to save, but, of course, only those of you who believe that I am the Son the Warden, the others gather the fruit of their unbelief. "
-" Now, "he said after a silence, an elderly prisoner," What can you believe or not to care? Are you really the Son, and you can do what you say, put a good word for us all: it would be really good on your part. But let it be the discourse on believing and not believing "
-" E ", while a young man shouted," I do not believe him: it is just something made up his mind. I bet that in eight days we will find ourselves exactly as now, and that the supervisor does not know anything "
- "And even if he knew anything, I do not know anymore," said the last of the prisoners who had just then come into the court, "the Warden is dead now, suddenly."
hearing these last words, among the prisoners there was a great uproar.
- "Hey," they all shouted confusedly, "hey! Mr. Son, Mr. Son, what about the legacy ? We are perhaps now your prisoners?"
- "I told you," he replied softly, "let anyone who believes in me free, as it is certain that my father, the Warden, lives "
The prisoners laughed, shrugged and left him.
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