she heard the tread of heavy steps in the antichamber. She looked up and saw through the open portal the gleaming armour of soldiers and the plumes of a helmet. Then she sprang towards the Holy One, crying with a cry of anguish, “O, not again! not again! Lay not hands on my Son, my Son Jesus!”
The centurion waved his hand in sign of peace, as he stood in the doorway, and when Mary looked around, the Holy One had departed.
The centurion and Lucius had entered while the gate was left unwatched. They had knocked, but none regarded. When the disciple John knew wherefore they came, he went forth with them into the court, and told them whatsoever they would know. Their minds were prepared by the signs which they had beheld; and when they learned how long the Messiah had been looked for by kings and prophets and righteous men, they marvelled at the scoffing of the rulers, and the hardness of heart of the people. When the moonlight began to fade before the dawn, they proceeded towards the palace, musing as they went.
Pilate watched for their return. His spirit
