With this friendly speech, he kissed him.
“Judas,” said the Nazarene, mildly, “betrayest thou the Son of man with a kiss? Wherefore art thou come?”
Receiving no reply, the Master spoke to the crowd again.
“Whom seek ye?”
“Jesus of Nazareth.”
“I have told you that I am he. If, therefore, you seek me, let these go their way.”
At these words of entreaty the rabbis advanced upon him; and, seeing their intent, some of the disciples for whom he interceded drew nearer; one of them cut off a man’s ear, but without saving the Master from being taken. And yet Ben-Hur stood still! Nay, while the officers were making ready with their ropes the Nazarene was doing his greatest charity—not the greatest in deed, but the very greatest in illustration of his forbearance, so far surpassing that of men.
“Suffer ye thus far,” he said to the wounded man, and healed him with a touch.
Both friends and enemies were confounded—one side that he could do such a thing, the other that he would do it under the circumstances.
“Surely he will not allow them to bind him!”