mas was in some way strangely perturbed, and made no reply. But at
night, when Judas was already closing his vivid, restless eye for sleep,
he suddenly said aloud from where he lay--the two now slept together on
the roof--

"You are wrong, Judas. I have very bad dreams. What think you? Are
people responsible for their dreams?"

"Does, then, any one but the dreamer see a dream?" Judas replied.

Thomas sighed gently, and became thoughtful. But Judas smiled
contemptuously, and firmly closed his roguish eye, and quickly gave
himself up to his mutinous dreams, monstrous ravings, mad phantoms,
which rent his bumpy skull to pieces.

When, during Jesus' travels about Judaea, the disciples approached
a village, Iscariot would speak evil of the inhabitants and foretell
misfortune. But almost always it happened that the people, of whom
he had spoken evil, met Christ and His friends with gladness, and
surrounded them with attentions and love, and became believers, and
Judas' money-box became so full that it was difficult to carry. And when
they laughed at his mistake, he would make a humble gesture with his
hands, and say:

"Well, well! Judas thought that they were bad, and they turned out to be
good. They quickly believed, and gave money. That only means that Judas
has been deceived once more, the poor, confiding Judas Iscariot!"

But on one occasion, when they had already gone far from a village,
which had welcomed them kindly, Thomas and Judas began a hot dispute,
to settle which they turned back, and did not overtake Jesus and His
disciples until the next day. Thomas wore a perturbed and sorrowful
appearance, while Judas had such a proud look, that you would have
thought that he expected them to offer him their congratulations and
thanks upon the spot. Approaching the Master, Thomas declared with
decision: "Judas was right, Lord. They were ill-disposed, stupid people.
And the seeds of your words has fallen upon the rock." And he related
what had happened in the village.

After Jesus and His disciples left it, an old woman had begun to cry out
that her little white kid had been stolen, and she laid the theft at
the door of the visitors who had just departed. At first the people had
disputed with her, but when she obstinately insisted that there was no
one else who could have done it except Jesus, many agreed with her, and
even were about to start in pursuit. And although they soon found the
kid straying in the underwood,