But scanning the face and the eyes of the Traitor they lapsed into silence, whispering with awe:
“Leave him. Leave him. Satan has entered his body.”
Taking advantage of the silence Judas exclaimed:
“Rejoice, rejoice, ye eyes of Judas the Iscariot. Ye have just seen the coldblooded murderers, and now ye behold the cowardly traitors. Where is Jesus? I ask of you, where is Jesus?”
There was something commanding in the hoarse voice of the Iscariot and Thomas meekly replied:
“Thou knowest, Judas, that our Teacher was crucified yesterday.”
“How did you suffer it? Where was your love? Thou, beloved disciple, thou, O Rock, where were ye when they crucified your friend upon the tree?”
“But what could we do, judge thyself?” replied Thomas shrugging his shoulders.
“Thou askest this, Thomas? Well, well,” replied Judas craning his head and suddenly he broke out with vehemence: “He who loves asks not what to do. He goes and does all. He weeps, he snaps, he strangles his foe, he breaks his limbs. He who loves! When thy son is drowning, goest thou into the marketplace and askest the passer-by: ‘What am I to do? My son is drowning. Dost thou not leap into the water and drown with the son together? He who loves!”
Peter sullenly replied to the frenzied harangue of Judas: