"Whom seek ye?"
"Jesus of Nazareth," the priest replied.
"I am he."
At these simplest of words, spoken without passion or alarm, the assailants fell back several steps, the timid among them cowering to the ground; and they might have let him alone and gone away had not Judas walked over to him.
"Hail, master!"
With this friendly speech, he kissed him.
"Judas," said the Nazarene, mildly, "betrayest thou the Son of man with a kiss? Wherefore art thou come?"
Receiving no reply, the Master spoke to the crowd again.
"Whom seek ye?"
"Jesus of Nazareth."
"I have told you that I am he. If, therefore, you seek me, let these go their way."
At these words of entreaty the rabbis advanced upon him; and, seeing their intent, some of the disciples for whom he interceded drew nearer; one of them cut off a man's ear, but without saving the Master from being taken. And yet Ben-Hur stood still! Nay, while the officers were making ready with their ropes the Nazarene was doing his greatest charity—not the greatest indeed, but the very greatest in illustration of his forbearance, so far surpassing that of men.
"Suffer ye thus far," he said to the wounded man, and healed him with a touch.
Both friends and enemies were confounded—one side that he could do such a thing, the other that he would do it under the circumstances.
"Surely he will not allow them to bind him!"
Thus thought Ben-Hur.
"Put up thy sword into the sheath; the cup which my Father hath given me, shall I not drink it?" From the offending follower, the Nazarene turned to his captors. "Are you come out as against a thief, with swords and staves to take me? I was daily with you in the Temple, and you took me not; but this is your hour, and the power of darkness."
The posse plucked up courage and closed about him;
