And at the head of the grave stood a cross, and on its foot lay a crown of thorns.
And as I turned to go, I looked backward. The wine-press and the banquet-house were gone; but the grave yet stood.
And when I came to the edge of a long ridge there opened out before me a wide plain of sand. And when I looked downward I saw great stones lie shattered; and the desert sand had half covered them over.
I said to God, “There is writing on them, but I cannot read it.”
And God blew aside the desert sand, and I read the writing: “Weighed in the balance, and found—” but the last word was wanting.
And I said to God, “It was a banquet-house?”
God said, “Ay, a banquet-house.”
I said, “There was a wine-press here?”
God said, “There was a wine-press.”
I asked no further question. I was very weary; I shaded my eyes with my hand, and looked through the pink evening light.