His bleeding shoulders, His eyes half blind with pain.
"Behold the Man!" he cried. "I bring Him forth to you that you may know I find no cause in Him."
"Crucify Him! Crucify Him!" they shouted. "He ought to die because He made Himself the Son of God."
"Son of God!" Pilate was filled with a new and terrible fear. Innocent this Man certainly was. But what if He were something more, what if He were a God! Never, surely, had man borne himself like this Man, with such calm dignity, such invincible patience in the midst of torments and shame. He dared not leave this awful question unsolved. He must see Him again in private.
"Whence art Thou?" he asked, when they were again alone. But Jesus gave him no answer. Pilate, offended, said to Him:
"Speakest Thou not to Me? Knowest Thou not that I have power to crucify Thee and I have power to release Thee?"
Jesus answered: "Thou shouldst not have any power against Me unless it were given thee from above."
It was between ten and eleven o'clock when the poor, irresolute judge again appeared with his Prisoner in the Lithostrotos. He was greeted with the shout:
"If thou release this Man, thou art not Cæsar's friend."
"Behold your King," was his reply.
"Away with Him! away with Him!" they shouted. "We have no king but Cæsar."
Pilate's courage gave way. He had to choose be-
