wered
it upon the head of one of the priests--without causing him any harm.
Jesus, observing this, ordered him to throw away the useless weapon, and
it fell under foot with a dull thud, and so evidently had it lost its
sharpness and destructive power that it did not occur to any one to pick
it up. So it rolled about under foot, until several days afterwards it
was found on the same spot by some children at play, who made a toy of
it.

The soldiers kept dispersing the disciples, but they gathered together
again and stupidly got under the soldiers' feet, and this went on so
long that at last a contemptuous rage mastered the soldiery. One of them
with frowning brow went up to the shouting John; another rudely pushed
from his shoulder the hand of Thomas, who was arguing with him
about something or other, and shook a big fist right in front of his
straightforward, transparent eyes. John fled, and Thomas and James fled,
and all the disciples, as many as were present, forsook Jesus and fled.
Losing their cloaks, knocking themselves against the trees, tripping up
against stones and falling, they fled to the hills terror-driven,
while in the stillness of the moonlight night the ground rumbled loudly
beneath the tramp of many feet. Some one, whose name did not transpire,
just risen from his bed (for he was covered only with a blanket), rushed
excitedly into the crowd of soldiers and servants. When they tried to
stop him, and seized hold of his blanket, he gave a cry of terror, and
took to flight like the others, leaving his garment in the hands of the
soldiers. And so he ran stark-naked, with desperate leaps, and his bare
body glistened strangely in the moonlight.

When Jesus was led away, Peter, who had hidden himself behind the trees,
came out and followed his Master at a distance. Noticing another man in
front of him, who walked silently, he thought that it was John, and he
called him softly:

"John, is that you?"

"And is that you, Peter?" answered the other, pausing, and by the voice
Peter recognised the traitor. "Peter, why did you not run away together
with the others?"

Peter stopped and said with contempt:

"Leave me, Satan!"

Judas began to laugh, and paying no further attention to Peter, he
advanced where the torches were flashing dimly and where the clanking of
the weapons mingled with the footsteps. Peter followed him cautiously,
and thus they entered the court of the high priest almost simultaneously
and m