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the Master had forgiven His enemies, he would tell Judas of the
Saviour's legacy: Mercy for sinners!

Since the early hours of the morning when the Master had been condemned
to death in the Governor's house, Judas had wandered aimlessly about.
He tried to surrender himself to the captain as a false witness and a
spy, as one who sold men for gold. He was laughed at and left alone.
Then he went to one of the High Priests to swear that his statements
had not been so meant; that his Master was no evil-doer, but rather the
Messenger of God, who would destroy His enemies. He had not intended
to betray Him, and he would return the traitor's pay to the Pharisee.
The latter shrugged his shoulders, saying that it was no concern of
his; he had given no money and would receive none. Then Judas threw
the silver pieces at his feet and hurried away. His long hair waved in
the wind. He slunk along behind the town walls in order to get in
advance of the procession and let himself be impaled at Golgotha
instead of the Master. But he was too late; he heard the strokes of
the hammer. He went down into the valley of Kedron. Not a soul was to
be seen there, every one had gone to the place of execution. Judas was
thrown aside, even by the gaping crowd, abandoned as a traitor.
Frightful, inconceivable, was the thing he had done! Alas! why had He
not revealed Himself? He stood patiently, gentle as a lamb before the
judges, and bore the cross as no one had ever done before. Could that
be it after all? Not to strive against one's enemies, to suffer one's
fate as the will of God, to lay down one's life for the tidings of the
Father--was that glory the mission of the Messiah? "And I? I expected
something else of Him. And I made a mistake, greater than all the
mistakes of all the fools put together. And now I am thrust out of the
fellowship of righteous men, and thrust out of the fellowship of
sinners. There is pardon for the murderer, but not for the traitor.
He Himself said: Better that such a man had never been born. Others
dare to atone for their sins in caves of the desert, dare to expiate
their crimes with their blood--but I am cast out of all Love and all
expiation for ever and ever." Such were the endless laments of Judas.
He wandered to and fro behind walls and among bushes; he hid himself in
caves all the day long. Then suddenly it flashed on him: "It is
unjust. I believed in Him. I believed in Him so implici