The man"s answer was cautious. "Some men went by here a few minutes ago." The voice seemed familiar to Peter. "Did they have a prisoner?" he asked.
"The torches were too dim for me to see." Peter forgot to thank the stranger in his haste to overtake Jesus. He rounded the next corner, running, then stopped short. Flickering straight ahead of him were torches. Soon he was close enough behind the men who carried them to see more clearly. The yellow flames threw weird patterns on the houses: shadows of men twisted and dodged on the walls as the torchbearers swung the lights to and fro. Peter followed cautiously, coming no closer than necessary. His heart leaped when he heard a step behind him. He jerked around and saw a young priest. Fear clutched at him. He was trapped!
Before he could move, the man spoke. "There they are." Peter recognized the voice. It was the person he had run into a moment before! The priest looked at him curiously and exclaimed, "You were with the Galilean, weren"t you?"
A denial sprang to Peter"s lips. Then he recognized the priest: it was the student who had come to the Hill of Olives that very morning! "What are they going to do?" Peter could keep back his anxiety no longer.
The young priest shook his head gravely. "I fear the worst. Look! They have stopped!" He pointed. The torches shone on a heavy wooden gate. It swung open, and the group started to enter.
"Let"s follow them in," urged the priest.
"Oh, no!" protested Peter. "They will recognize me. They wouldn"t let me in anyway." But the priest was already hastening ahead. Peter followed.
His friend entered with the last of the group, and the gates swung shut.
A servant woman stood outside to question everyone who wanted to go into the house of the high priest. Torches fastened to the walls on each side of the gate threw a pool of yellow light on the street. Peter could hear many people inside; torchlight flickered on the high walls of the palace of the high priest, rising behind the gate. Driven by curiosity, Peter came closer and closer. The woman looked at him but said nothing.
Peter hid his face; he was glad the torches were smoky and low.
Suddenly the gate opened, and Peter saw his friend. "Let this man in,"
he ordered the servant woman. There was nothing for Peter to do but go in. As soon as he stepped into the light the woman said loudly: "Wait a minute! Aren"t you one of this Galilean"s followers?"
Peter froze with fear. "No!" he snapped, and plunged through the gate to get away from her. Sweat stood out on his forehead. A narrow escape!
Peter was relieved that the large courtyard of the high priest"s palace was so crowded. He shrank into a shadowed corner and anxiously searched for Jesus. In this great house met the Sanhedrin, the great council of all the rulers of the Jews. Peter saw the rough soldier who had knocked him down standing outside the door. Jesus must be inside! There was nothing to do but wait.
Peter began to feel cold. Near the center of the yard several men had built a charcoal fire. Peter was tempted to warm his hands, but immediately gave up the idea: these very men had seen him in the Garden!
He walked back and forth in the shadows, but it did not help much: his feet were getting numb. He wished he had never come into the courtyard.
If he tried to get out, the woman would see him.
Fifteen minutes pa.s.sed. What was happening in the priest"s dark palace?
Peter shivered and pulled his coat tight around him. How good that fire would feel! At last he could stand it no longer. Taking care to keep the firelight from shining on his face, he went nearer.
"How long will it take to condemn him?" Peter heard one of the men ask impatiently.
"It won"t be long," answered another. He was in the uniform of the high priest"s servants.
"Too bad his disciples got away!" growled the first. "I would like to get hold of that one that struck Malchus with his sword!" A man came out of the palace and joined the others around the fire.
"He"s a stubborn fellow!" exclaimed the man. "He won"t answer any questions!"
"What about the witnesses?" inquired a man who had not spoken before.
The other laughed. "They tell different stories! They can"t agree on what the Galilean said!"
"Don"t worry," said the high priest"s servant confidently. "No matter what happens, they won"t let him get away now." The last spark of hope in Peter died. The priests were determined to kill Jesus. The end had come. Peter did not notice that the man in front of him had moved so that the firelight shone directly on his face.
"Say! Weren"t you with that Galilean?" Like a thunderbolt the question struck Peter. He stiffened with terror and cursed himself for having dared to come near the fire. "Of course not!" he answered gruffly, and backed away. The man who had seen him strike Malchus with his sword had not heard the question. Peter sighed. His luck could not last much longer.
A group of people were going through the gate. Perhaps he could slip out without being noticed. The priest who had got him in here had disappeared. A cry went up at the door of the palace. Guards were coming out of the priests" council room!
Suddenly Jesus stood in the doorway. Peter"s throat went dry. What had they done to his Master? His face was swollen from many blows. It glistened wet in the firelight--they had spit on him! Jesus stumbled as he came down the short stone staircase. A rough fellow kicked him. "Get along there!" He laughed coa.r.s.ely. Pity flooded through Peter, then rage at the man who had hurt Jesus.
"What is the verdict?" A man was speaking to Peter.
"The verdict?" Peter mumbled the words stupidly. Another man answered the question.
"He is doomed to die."
Peter looked from one to the other. "Die?"
"Yes. They are going to ask Pilate to sentence him to death."
The others looked at Peter curiously. Someone grabbed him roughly by the shoulder.
"Say, you! Didn"t I see you in the olive orchard?" A guard! He waved to the others. "Come over here! Here is one of the Galileans. Listen to his accent!"
Like icy water, fear swept Peter"s daze away. Faces full of scorn surrounded him. Panic-stricken, Peter wrenched loose.
"In the name of G.o.d, I never even heard of this Jesus!" he swore. "What are you talking about?" Then a shrill sound caught Peter"s ear. The words stopped in his throat. Outside the wall a rooster was crowing.
Peter"s lips were open, but no sound came from them. He was staring at the man who had accused him, but he didn"t see him. The flush of anger and panic drained from his face. Jesus had heard.
With terrible dread, Peter watched his Master turn. Their eyes met. Time stood still. Peter forgot everyone else: there were just the two of them. Master and cursing disciple. The sadness in Jesus" eyes burned through Peter. "Do you betray me too, Peter?" the Master seemed to say.
"Come on! Get going!" A guard slapped Jesus heavily. Driven by the rough men, Jesus went out of the gate.
Like a sleepwalker, Peter followed. The guards did not try to stop him.
The servant woman at the gate did not notice him. For an instant he stood in the street watching the men take Jesus away. The gate closed behind him. Then the terrible dream broke; scalding tears flooded Peter"s eyes. They came from his very heart. He walked a little way down the dark street and stopped, leaning against a stone wall. Desperately he pressed his face into his hands. How could he stand this bitter remorse? If only he had been faithful to his Master!
Peter was certain that the end had come; he dreaded seeing his Master condemned to death by the Roman governor, Pilate. All night he walked the deserted streets of Jerusalem. But when morning came he could not stay away from the fortress of Antonia, where he knew that Jesus would soon be brought before Pilate.
In the cold dawn it was a forbidding sight. Herod the Great, who had ruled before Pilate"s time, had covered the ma.s.sive rock on which the fortress stood with stones too steep and smooth for attackers to climb.
The walls rose sixty feet above this and towers were built at each corner. The guards on the highest towers were one hundred and eighty feet above the pavement inside the fortress. From it they could see everything in the Temple below as well as the countryside north, east, and west of Jerusalem.
A short stairway led from the Temple porch into the fort. A crowd of men were gathered in the Temple" courtyard, among them not one who had ever heard Jesus teach. Peter had lost all fear of being seen. As he waited, his mind was entirely taken up with thoughts of what might be happening to his Master behind the closed doors of Pilate"s judgment hall.
Peter was surprised to see Pilate come out of the fort down the steps into the Temple. Where was Jesus? Why did Pilate come here? Then Peter remembered: the priests would not enter the Roman building, for fear of making themselves impure for the Pa.s.sover.
After a delay Pilate came slowly out of the high priest"s council chamber. He stopped and looked at the men crowded before him. A few cried out, "Where is the Galilean?"
Pilate waved his hand for silence. "I have examined this Jesus. He has not committed any crime."
A priest in the crowd cried out loudly: "He is stirring up the people!
He has made trouble both in Galilee and in Judea."
"I have examined him, and so has Herod," declared Pilate. "We agree that he does not deserve to die. I am going to order my soldiers to whip him and let him go." The crowd was still. Then a priest cried out: "No! Away with him! He is destroying our holy religion!" The rabble in the court burst out with angry shouts: "To the cross with him!"
Pilate turned around and went into the fortress. The priests were worried lest Jesus be set free. They began to argue with the men in the courtyard. "Do not let him escape now!" they urged. "Make Pilate crucify him!" A shout arose when a group of Roman soldiers came out of the fort into the Temple; Jesus was with them.
A cry broke from Peter"s lips when he saw his Master before the crowd.
Thorn branches had been twisted into a wreath and pressed on his head.