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Peter tried to blink. How long had he been sleeping? Too long, at any rate. They should get Jesus out of here. Judas…

He opened his eyes. The apostles lay shattered all around the temple, all asleep. Jesus stood in their midst, looking at something out of his view. He tried to turn his head, but found he couldn't. So he just watched. Judas stepped in the picture. He slowly walked towards Jesus, who looked at him. Judas stopped and they looked each other in the eye. Jesus opened his mouth and formed the words: "Why, Judas?" like he was unable to say it with sound. Judas suddenly bowed forward and pushed passionate his lips against Jesus' cheek. Jesus surprised raised his arms. Judas let go and stared at the ground, tears rolling down his cheeks. Jesus' cheek, saw Peter, was also wet. From Judas's tears.

Jesus closed his eyes for a moment, like he now understood everything. About time, Peter thought unwillingly. Then he heard Jesus voice, soft, friendly, like you would scold a child because it had done something wrong. "Judas, must you betray me with a kiss?"

Judas raised his hands and opened his mouth like he wanted to explain everything, but for once he was completely at loss for words. He just stood there, breathing heavily, watching the ground. Jesus softly touched the sides of his face. Judas pulled him towards him and, pushing his face against Jesus' chest, started to sob. For a moment Jesus stiffened, but then he laid his hand on Judas' back and stroked with the other Judas' hair.

Peter heard a sound next to him and managed to turn his head. He started. Annas and soldiers stood on the stairs. They quickly walked past Peter, who shook Simon's shoulder, who lay next to him, so he would wake up. "What's happening?" Peter said so loud everyone in the temple awoke.

The soldiers pulled Judas away from Jesus, pushing him so he landed against a pillar.

"Hang on, Jesus!" Peter jumped at one of the soldiers, a knife in his hand, but ended on the ground, pain in his stomach and without weapon.

"Put away your sword!" he heard Jesus say hastily. "Don't you know that it's all over? It was nice, but now it's gone." He kneeled next to Peter, who saw the knife in Jesus hand. He looked almost imploringly at Peter. "Why are you obsessed with fighting? Stick to fishing, you all." He stood up and gave the knife to Annas. "I'm ready to go."

Annas gave him a suspicious look, shrugged and gestured to two soldiers they could take Jesus away. He looked around once, smiling sadly to them all. "Take care of them, Peter," he said calmly.

"Take him there too, but be nice," Annas snapped to the other soldiers, pointing at Judas. They walked over to him. He still sat on the ground and they hoisted him on his feet. After that they dragged him along, for he hardly seemed to know where he was.

"Peter!" What happened?" Peter looked up. Mary ran to them. "Where's Jesus? And Judas? What happened? Peter? Matthew? Thomas? John?" She flew from the one to the other. "Tell me what happened!" Her voice started to sound hysterical.

"Where did they go?" Bartholomew asked, getting on his feet.

"Caiaphas' house!" John saw very pale.

"We must go there!" Simon drew Peter back on his feet.

"What do you mean?" Mary asked bewildered.

"They arrested him, Mary!" Peter shouted, while they all started running. "Judas's betrayed him!"


There were many Romans around Caiaphas' house, but even more Jews. Mary was slightly gasping when they stopped. They managed to come pretty close to Jesus, about two rows away. Mary saw Judas standing really close to the doors, head bowed. Had she really understood Peter well? Had Judas really betrayed Jesus?

She could hear Caiaphas low voice. "Nazareth, do you realise the seriousness of the cause you're facing? You say you're the son of God. Is that true?"

Jesus calm voice spoke. "That's what you say. You say that I am."

There was some commotion on that sound. Mary stood on the tips of her toes and saw Judas being stopped by two men, tears streaming over his cheeks, trying desperately to come closer to Jesus. Mary looked again. Judas? Crying?

"Well, there you have it, gentlemen," Annas said smoothly. "Do we need more evidence? Judas," He turned to Judas, who now stared at the ground, like there was something very interesting written on. "Thank you for the victim. If you stay a while, you'll see him bleed!"

So Judas had betrayed him! Mary felt her anger boiling and wanted to smash Judas' face. She set a step forward, but two strong arms stopped her. "Don't!" Peter whispered. "You'll only get yourself in trouble."

"Let go of me!" she hissed, but he held her too strongly.

Jesus was forced to stand up and walk. He stopped before Judas. Mary saw everything that happened like she stood right beside them.

"Judas," said Jesus, although there was too many noise from the crowd for Mary to understand him. His brown eyes for a moment flickered with a burning anger, that disappeared immediately again, and his eyes softened. Judas turned his head aside, so he didn't have to look Jesus in the eye. "I... I forgive you, Judas," Jesus mouthed, lying his hand carefully on Judas chest. A tear slid over Judas' cheek. Jesus gave Judas a soft tap on his chest and left, under the shouts of the mob.

Peter let go of Mary as soon as Jesus and Judas had disappeared and the crowd started to disperse. She stood stupefied and suddenly felt very tired, tears burning in the corners of her eyes.

"Hey," a bent, old woman suddenly said against Peter. "I think I've seen you somewhere. Wait- weren't you with that man, they took away? I recognise your face!" Everyone stopped, staring at Peter. Mary looked around. There were still enough soldiers on the square who could arrest Peter after all.

Mary felt she was pulled back by hands. She looked up and saw Simon looking anxiously at Peter, the apostles behind him, all far enough for not to be involved. She saw very clear sweat gathering on Peter's brow, but when he spoke, his voice was as calm as ever and even a little indignant. "You've got the wrong man, lady," he frowned. "I don't know him." He gestured in the direction Jesus had left. "And I wasn't where he was tonight, never near the place."

"That's strange," one of the guards said thoughtful, coming closer, "for I am sure I saw you with him. You were right next to him, and yet you deny-"

"I tell you I was never, ever with him!" Peter interrupted. Mary heard for the first time his voice quivered a little, but was sure the people who didn't know him would be fooled easily.

"But I saw you also," a tall man said. "It looked just like you."

"I don't know him!"

"Well, if you say so," the guard shrugged. He motioned the other people to leave. "Com'on! Nothing to see here!"

Finally only the apostles and Mary were left, all staring unbelieving at Peter. He ell on his knees and pushed his hands against his face. "Oh Jesus," they heard him whisper. "I'm so sorry."

There came no reply.

Mary thought she could see Jesus smiling at her, beckoning her. She put out her arms, ignoring Simon's grasping movements to catch her shoulders. Everything went black while the ground swept suddenly in her face. "Peter!" she thought she heard Andrew scream. "She's fainting!"

Darkness.