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conversations.value: Provide a plot for a book about Silver, Chalice, film entitled The Silver Chalice.
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conversations.value: The Silver Chalice (film): A Greek artisan is commissioned to cast the cup of Christ in silver and sculpt around its rim the faces of the disciples and Jesus himself.\nHe travels to Jerusalem and eventually to Rome to complete the task.\nMeanwhile, a nefarious interloper is trying to convince the crowds that he is the new Messiah by using nothing more than cheap parlor tricks.
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conversations.value: Provide a plot for a book about Silver, Chalice, Basil entitled The Silver Chalice.
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conversations.value: The Silver Chalice: The Silver Chalice takes place in Israel and other parts of the Roman Empire shortly after the death of Jesus.\nA young man, Basil, is adopted by a rich man, but loses his fortune when his father dies and his uncle defrauds him claiming he was purchased as a slave and sells him.\nAs a slave he survives by working as an artist and silversmith.\nHe gains his freedom, becomes a Christian and is commissioned to create an outer covering for the cup Jesus drank from at The Last Supper.\nThe plot of The Silver Chalice centers on the Grail—the cup from which Christ drank at the Last Supper.\nTired of "all the Arthurian tripe about the Holy Grail," Costain imagined his own version of the story.\nJoseph of Arimathea hires Basil of Antioch, a lowborn artisan, to fashion a beautiful silver casing to hold the plain original cup that Jesus used.\nThe casing is to be decorated with the faces of Jesus and the twelve apostles.\nTo fulfill the commission, Basil travels throughout the ancient Mediterranean world to meet these men and those who knew them intimately.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: The Silver Chalice
  At this point Basil saw Deborra. She was in the front of the mob that surged turbulently in the wake of the marching squad. It was easy to distinguish her, for she was wearing a red handkerchief over her head. Even at the distance it was possible to see that this was not the gentle and obedient Deborra who lived so quietly in her grandfather's house. Her usually tranquil eyes were blazing passionately.
  Basil dropped the chisel into his kit of tools. This was going to be serious. Plunging vigorously into the crowd, he strove to overtake her before she could be guilty of further indiscretions.
  The red handkerchief kept well ahead of him. He saw it weaving in and out, getting closer all the time to the forefront of the milling people. It was clear that Deborra was very much excited. He saw her raise an arm in the air.
  And then she did something that put a fevered determination into his efforts to reach her. She picked up a stone and threw it at the armed squad surrounding the figure of the chained apostle. Although it glanced harmlessly off the breastplate of one of the soldiers, the missile had accomplished its purpose. The voice of the people mounted from a mere hum of excitement to the full-mouthed roar of an angry mob. More stones began to fly. The Romans had to face about and fight off the peering men of Jerusalem with unsparing jabs of their heavy swords.
  She gave in then and followed him when he made a way through the crowd at one side. The high pillars of Solomon's Porch loomed ahead of them. He noticed that the dog she had adopted a few days before was following at her heels.
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conversations.value: Provide four more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Only once in the two weeks did he venture from the house, and that was to pay a visit to his former home on the Colonnade in the hope of seeing his mother. He was refused admittance.
  Understanding the fever that possessed him, Deborra made few efforts to break through the wall of his silence. Sometimes she sat beside him and watched his hands at work, not disturbing him with talk. Many times a day she would pause in the doorway of his room, to watch for a few moments and then pass on with an air of unhappiness.
  Once, when she was playing in the second court with her newly acquired dog, she looked up and saw to her surprise that he had left his bench and was watching from the upper balustrade. She walked over and raised her head.
  His eyes moved to the dog, which had squatted down beside his mistress. "That is an odd-looking fellow. He has the clumsiest feet I have ever seen."
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: ". He was refused admittance.
  Understanding the fever that possessed him, Deborra made few efforts to break through the wall of his silence. Sometimes she sat beside him and watched his hands at work, not disturbing him with talk. Many times a day she would pause in the doorway of his room, to watch for a few moments and then pass on with an air of unhappiness.
  Once, when she was playing in the second court with her newly acquired dog, she looked up and saw to her surprise that he had left his bench and was watching from the upper balustrade. She walked over and raised her head.
  His eyes moved to the dog, which had squatted down beside his mistress. "That is an odd-looking fellow. He has the clumsiest feet I have ever seen.Only once in the two weeks did he venture from the house, and that was to pay a visit to his former home on the Colonnade in the hope of seeing his mother.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last four paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Basil rose and went to the window to allow more air in the room by drawing the curtains. As he looked out into the dark the sky suddenly became so light that the world seemed on fire. He could see each stone in the wall about the house, and beyond that the trees in the Grove of Daphne and somewhere, very far off, the roof of a temple. There had never been such a light before, he was sure, for it lasted no more than a fraction of a second and yet he had felt as though he needed no more than an added iota of time to see far beyond the stars. It left as abruptly as it had come, and the murk and stillness of night closed in again.
  The strangest part of it was this, that the coming of this sudden blaze in the sky had brought him a complete sense of peace. The troubles which had filled his mind had taken prompt wings. He could see stretching ahead all the beautiful things he was going to make, chalices and drinking cups and fine platters and imposing lavers, made of gold and silver and rich with precious stones, and back of them figures in bronze and marble, some of them of heroic size; all of this with such extraordinary clearness that he lacked only time to identify each piece and study its artistry of design. Excitement gripped him. He was being allowed, he knew, a glimpse of the future. He knew that in the course of time he would bring all these lovely objects into existence. He raised his hands and stared at them.
  He realized then that Deborra was sitting up and that her eyes were shining. "Basil, something very strange has happened!" she exclaimed. "The pain has left my head."
  Luke had said nothing. His eyes had turned to the window and he had not moved since the light had come and then so quickly subsided. It was clear that his thoughts had gone with it and were fixed on horizons of which they could not conceive.