“What a fool you are, Thomas! I thought that you had more sense than the others. Satan indeed! That requires proof.”
Letting his hands fall, Thomas asked in surprise:
“But did not you betray the Master? I myself saw you bring the soldiers, and point Him out to them. If this is not treachery, I should like to know what is!”
“Never mind that,” hurriedly said Judas. “Listen, there are many of you here. You must all gather together, and loudly demand: ‘Give up Jesus. He is ours!’ They will not refuse you, they dare not. They themselves will understand.”
“What do you mean! What are you thinking of!” said Thomas, with a decisive wave of his hands. “Have you not seen what a number of armed soldiers and servants of the Temple there are here? Moreover, the trial has not yet taken place, and we must not interfere with the court. Surely he understands that Jesus is innocent, and will order His release without delay.”
“You, then, think so too,” said Judas thoughtfully. “Thomas, Thomas, what if it be the truth? What then? Who is right? Who has deceived Judas?”
“We were all talking last night, and came to the conclusion that the court cannot condemn the innocent. But if it does, why then—”
“What then!”
“Why, then it is no court. And it will be the worse for them when they have to give an account before the real Judge.”
“Before the real! Is there any ‘real’ left?” sneered Judas.