Gérard Tichy

Camel Driver: [spotting the 12-year-old Jesus, while refreshing himself in a well in Nazareth] Your son?

Mary: Yes.

Camel Driver: And, does He like being a carpenter?

Mary: Yes, He does.

Camel Driver: There's a big world outside this garden. Do you want Him to see it?

Mary: He will see it soon enough.

Camel Driver: Let me take Him with me. I'll pay you well. I can use a lad like that to help me with my caravan.

Mary: No. Someday, He will leave me, but someone else will call Him.

Camel Driver: And who will that be?

Mary: My son will know Him when He comes.

Lucius: [arriving at Jesus' home in Nazareth on horseback with another Roman soldier; reading from a scroll] Have no fear. We're simply checking the census against the tax rolls. Now, you are...Joseph. And you live here with your wife Mary.

Joseph: That is so.

Lucius: [pointing to Jesus] Who's this boy?

Mary: My son, Jesus.

Lucius: [looking at the scroll again] I have no record of His birth. When was He born?

Mary: Twelve years ago.

Lucius: Where?

Mary: In Bethlehem.

Lucius: [realizing Jesus must have survived the killing of the young boys in Bethlehem which he commanded on Herod's orders 12 years before, and after a long, tense pause; Mary slowly nods "yes"; to the other Roman soldier; the Roman soldier rides away; to Mary; rides away] Bethlehem? Count those in the next house. See that the boy is registered before the year is out.