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Judas of Kerioth, the Traitor.

And Judas, after such conversation, sought out the women in his anger and complained to them tearfully. And the women heard him eagerly. There was in his love to Jesus something feminine and tender and it brought him nearer to the women, making him simple, intelligible and even good-looking in their eyes, though there still remained a certain air of superiority in his attitude towards them.

โ€œBe these men?โ€ he bitterly denounced the disciples, turning confidingly his blind and immobile eye towards Mary, โ€œNo they are not men. They have not an obolusโ€™ worth of blood in their veins.โ€

โ€œThou art forever speaking evil of people,โ€ replied Mary.

โ€œAm I ever speaking evil of people?โ€ exclaimed Judas in surprise. โ€œWell, I may sometimes say something evil of them, but could they not be just a trifle better? Ah Mary, stupid Mary, why art thou not a man to carry a sword?โ€

โ€œI fear I could not lift it, it is so heavy,โ€ smiled Mary.

โ€œThou wilt wield it, if men prove too evil to draw a sword. Didst thou give unto Jesus the lily which I found this morn in the hills? I rose at dawn to seek it and the sun was so red today, Mary. Was He glad? Did He smile?โ€

โ€œYes, He was very glad. He said that it was fragrant with the odors of Galilee.โ€

โ€œOf course, thou didst not tell Him Judas had gotten it, Judas of Kerioth?โ€

โ€œThou badest me not to tell.โ€

โ€œTruly, truly,โ€ sighed Judas. โ€œBut thou mightest have mentioned it inadvertently, women are so prone to talk. Then thou didst not tell it Him by any chance? Thou wast so firm? Yes, yes, Mary, thou art a good woman. Thou knowest I have a wife somewhere. I should like to see her now: perhaps she was not a bad woman. I do not know. She used to say: โ€˜Judas is a liar. Judas, son of Simon, is wicked!โ€™ And I left her. But it may be that she is a good woman. What thinkest thou?โ€

โ€œHow can I know, who have never seen her?โ€

โ€œTruly, truly, Mary. And what thinkest thou, thirty pieces of silverโ โ€Šโ โ€ฆ is it a large sum of money?โ€

โ€œI think it is not so much.โ€

โ€œTruly, truly. And what didst thou earn when thou wast a sinner? Five pieces of silver or ten? Wast thou high in price?โ€

Mary Magdalene blushed and dropped her head till her luxuriant golden hair hid her entire face leaving merely the rounded white chin visible:

โ€œHow mean art thou, Judas. I seek to forget it, but thou remindest me.โ€

โ€œNo, Mary, thou shouldest not forget it. Why? Let others forget that thou wast a sinner, but thou forget not. It is meet that others forget it, but why shouldest thou?โ€

โ€œI lived in sin.โ€

โ€œLet him fear who has committed no sin. But he who has committed sin, why should he fear? Do the dead fear death and not the living? No, the dead mock the living and their fear of death.โ€

Thus cordially talking they sat together for hours, he, well on in years, gaunt hideous to behold, with illshaped head and weirdly disproportioned face, she youthful, coy, gentle, fascinated with life as though with some legend or strange dream.

But the time passed heedlessly and the thirty pieces of silver were reposing under the stone, and the terrible day of betrayal was approaching inexorably. Already Jesus had entered Jerusalem riding on the foal of an ass, and the people had acclaimed Him, spreading their garments in His path, with cries of triumphant welcome:

โ€œHosannah, Hosannah! Blessed be He that cometh in the name of the Lord.โ€

And so great was the jubilation, and so irrepressible was the love that strove heavenward in these welcoming shouts that Jesus wept and His disciples proudly exclaimed:

โ€œIs this not the Son of God who is with us?โ€

And they also cried out in triumph:

โ€œHosannah! Hosannah! Blessed be He that cometh in the name of the Lord.โ€

And that night for a long time they remained awake thinking over the solemn and triumphant entry, and Peter was like unto a madman; he was as one possessed by the demon of merriment and pride. He shouted loudly, drowning the speech of others with his leonine roar, he laughed uproariously, flinging his laughter at the heads of others like large rolling boulders, he embraced John, and James and even kissed Judas. And he boisterously admitted that he had harbored fears concerning Jesus, but now feared no longer, for he saw the love the people bore for Him. The Iscariotโ€™s unsteady eye strayed from face to face in amazement. He mused for a while, listened and looked around again, and then led Thomas aside. Then, as if impaling him against the wall with his piercing glance he questioned him with wonderment and fear not unmixed with some dim hopefulness:

โ€œThomas, and if He is right? If it be He that has the rock beneath His feet, and I merely shifting sand? What then?โ€

โ€œOf whom art thou speaking?โ€ inquired Thomas.

โ€œWhat will Judas of Kerioth do then? Then I shall have to strangle Him myself to bring out the Truth. Who is playing Judas false, ye or Judas himself? Who is deceiving Judas? Who?โ€

โ€œI cannot understand thee, Judas. Thou speakest in riddles. Who is deceiving Judas? Who is right?โ€

And shaking his head Judas repeated like an echo:

โ€œWho is deceiving Judas? Who is right?โ€

And still more surprised was Thomas, and he felt even worried when during the night there rang out the loud and almost joyous voice of Judas:

โ€œThen there will be no Judas of Kerioth. Then there will be no Jesus. There will be only.โ โ€Šโ โ€ฆ Thomas, stupid Thomas! Didst thou ever wish to seize this earth of ours and raise it in thy hands? And then perhaps to drop it?โ€

โ€œThat were impossible, what sayest thou Judas?โ€

โ€œThat is possible,โ€ replied the Iscariot with conviction. โ€œAnd we shall seize it some day and lift it up in our hands while thou art asleep, stupid Thomas. Sleep. I am merry, Thomas. When thou

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