re surprised and looked at one another in confusion.
Peter replied:

"Lord, we have two swords here."

He looked searchingly into their kind faces, lowered His head, and said
softly:

"It is enough."

The steps of the disciples resounded loudly in the narrow streets, and
they were frightened by the sounds of their own footsteps; on the white
wall, illumined by the moon, their black shadows appeared--and they were
frightened by their own shadows. Thus they passed in silence through
Jerusalem, which was absorbed in sleep, and now they came out of the
gates of the city, and in the valley, full of fantastic, motionless
shadows, the stream of Kedron stretched before them. Now they were
frightened by everything. The soft murmuring and splashing of the water
on the stones sounded to them like voices of people approaching them
stealthily; the monstrous shades of the rocks and the trees, obstructing
the road, disturbed them, and their motionlessness seemed to them
to stir. But as they were ascending the mountain and approaching the
garden, where they had safely and quietly passed so many nights before,
they were growing ever bolder. From time to time they looked back at
Jerusalem, all white in the moonlight, and they spoke to one another
about the fear that had passed; and those who walked in the rear heard,
in fragments, the soft words of Jesus. He spoke about their forsaking
Him.

In the garden they paused soon after they had entered it. The majority
of them remained there, and, speaking softly, began to make ready for
their sleep, outspreading their cloaks over the transparent embroidery
of the shadows and the moonlight. Jesus, tormented with uneasiness, and
four of His disciples went further into the depth of the garden. There
they seated themselves on the ground, which had not yet cooled off from
the heat of the day, and while Jesus was silent, Peter and John lazily
exchanged words almost devoid of any meaning. Yawning from fatigue, they
spoke about the coolness of the night; about the high price of meat in
Jerusalem, and about the fact that no fish was to be had in the city.
They tried to determine the exact number of pilgrims that had gathered
in Jerusalem for the festival, and Peter, drawling his words and yawning
loudly, said that they numbered 20,000, while John and his brother Jacob
assured him just as lazily that they did not number more than 10,000.
Suddenly Jesus rose quickly.

"My soul is exceedingly sorro