And the whole council answered,
"He ought to be put to death."
Then some of them spat in his face. They covered his eyes, and slapped him, and shouted:
"If you were the Messiah, you would know who hit you! Tell us, you Messiah you—tell us who hit you!"
Meanwhile, in another room of the palace, there stood a disciple who was losing whatever faith he had once had. It was Peter. One of the other disciples, who knew the high priest, had gone ahead, and he had told the maid to let Peter in.
The maid looked at Peter and said, "You were with Jesus, weren't you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," said Peter.
The night was cool, and the servants of the high priest were standing around a fire they had made to keep themselves warm. Peter went over and began to warm himself too. Somebody else said to him,
"You are one of Jesus' disciples."
Peter's faith was all gone.